DEMONS YOU MADE

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Honestly, Malik has been nothing but an amazing boyfriend. Always called to check up on me, sent me sweet morning texts, would order and deliver food if I was hungry and too lazy to cook, would buy me navy gifts. It all looked too good to be true. But I loved it nonetheless.

We were taking a stroll in the park. All this love shit was new to me, but I was adjusting pretty well.

"Babe, you sure you don't want to talk?" He asked for the umpteenth time and I shook my head. I had a fight with Nessa before leaving the house and I wouldn't want to tell Malik that, if not he'd get mad, he's told me to forgive her already.

"It's really obvious you're lying. So tell me, what's going on? I'm your boyfriend remember? I won't judge you. I'm here for you" he took my hands in his.

"Okay, I know you'd be mad. But it's Nessa." He sighed.

"What happened this time?" He looked tired.

"Y'know what? Nothing happened. Let's go to your apartment. I want to lay my head" he smiled at the idea. Naughty boy.

I plopped down on his bed the moment I entered his room.

"I want to go change" he took his clothes into the bathroom and I removed my red small top I wore with my high waist jean. Only on bra, I went to his closet to check for any of his shirt to wear.

"Ughh" he groaned. I turned my head swiftly to see him standing by the bathroom door staring at me. He walked towards me and hugged me from behind.

"You love seducing me, don't you?" I turned my face to his and placed a kiss on his lips, I pressed my back to his groin and wiggled it. I grabbed his shirt and put it on.

He left the room after muttering how much of a temptation I was. He said he was going to prepare us dinner.

I was feeling too uncomfortable in the bra I wore, so I decided to remove it. Normally, in my house I never put on bra, except when I'm going out. I'm small-chested or better still, flat-chested so what's the use?.I love being free instead of having too much clothes on.

"The aroma is wonderful."

"Yeah, I know. Come on, let's go eat" he said as he carried the food to the living room. We began to munch on our noodles and fried egg.

After we finished eating, we cuddled up on the sofa watching a movie.

"Where's your bra?" He groaned. I love my effect on this guy.

"How did you know I'm not putting it on?" I asked him.

"Because I can see your nipples through this shirt, you fool" I chuckled at his statement. I straddled him on the sofa and claimed his lips, his hands roamed my whole body. His hands found their way under the shirt I wore. I became self-conscious immediately. What was he about to do? I don't even have the boobs to press?

His hands trailed my tummy and landed on my tiny chest area. He squeezed it and I moaned into his mouth. He pulled away.

"You need to stop body shaming yourself. You're beautiful enough for me, and I love your whole body." He said reassuringly emphasizing on the 'whole' and I smiled as we got deeper into our stuff. When I felt we were about to venture into the 'sex' stuff, I stalled. He noticed and stopped.

"I'm sorry. I think I went to far." He said meekly.

"No..it's alright. I'm just not ready for sex now. Making out is enough for me." I told him. He kissed me on my cheeks smiling.

"I understand perfectly and I'm also willing to wait for you. I respect you and your decision." What good did I ever do to find you?

"Who knows?" He said chuckling. Oops ..I must have thought aloud.