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"Stop taking pics of me." I laughed and wrapped my arms around Chris, who rested his hand on my ass. "Lil girl I can take pictures of yo pretty ass. Ion want you to leave, you can't stay a couple more days?" He pouted.
"I have to get back to my life, Chris. I promise I'll be back to see you." I said and he pecked my forehead. "Ima beat you up if you don't, you seen the shade room?" He asked. I shook my head and he showed me the post.
"Everyone think we dating or something, maybe I could put a baby in there and shit can be for real." He smirked and I playfully hit him. "Bye Christopher, I can't stand you. Anyway, what color should I get my hair? I need something different then boring ass black." I mumbled, scrolling through Pinterest.
"Get it red, and do yo nails red too. So then you could wrap my dick-" "I'm done." I shook my head and attempted to get up, but he laughed and held me back. "I'm sorry, I can't help myself. You too fine. But for real, get red." He nodded.
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"Ima go get Roro, then I'll text you. Let me know when you get off the plane." Chris said over FaceTime. I hated to leave, but I was already planning my next trip to LA.
"Okay, I miss you." I pouted as I walked through the airport. "I miss you too guh. Next time I'm spending all my time with you, I promise." He said. I nodded, and we said goodbye before hanging up.
I usually don't get attached to people so quickly, but Chris was different. I loved his vibe and the way he carried himself, plus the way he treated me.
I never had really positive experiences with relationships, so this feeling of actually being happy, made me think we could go a long way.
I went through security, and grabbed my carry on bag, before getting onto the plane back to New York.
