control ya' self.

thirteen.

maleigha 🌸

wheeeww can you say a bitch is sexually frustrated! my man too damn fine for him not to put that shit on me.

breaks from my thought as my phone buzzes

bookie🤎 ::

'hey bae, you wanna grab sumn to eat & we can chill at the crib?'

'yeah i'm down'

'aii, i'll be there in five'

i look at the way i'm looking & shrug saying to myself, he better like me at my chill stage.

'okay'

i refresh my messy bun & put some underwear in my purse jus in case i end up spending the night.

few minutes go by, my phone buzzes again

bookie 🤎 ::

'i'm outside'

'i'll be out ina second'

'aii i'm coming to the door na'

'iss unlocked'

after ab two minutes i hear the front door open

nyier shouts out 'leigha?!'

i come out my room & smile from ear to ear, walking up to him

nyier smiles — handing me the dozen of roses

'babe you're so sweet! you didn't have to gimme these.'

'i know but you deserve the world & i want to give it to you' whilst giving me a kiss

'i can't stop smiling bae.. thank you i needa find a vase for them!'

'i got one at the crib, u bout ready?'

'yeah, lemme grab my purse'

i go grab my purse & we start heading for the door. i lock the door & jiggled the door make sure it is locked. before walking to the car.