𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 | 𝐲𝐛𝐱𝐯𝐨𝐧

11.

Next Day.

"Get out my damn face Kyzeir." Saniyah referred to him by his middle name, moving his camera out of her face, and he laughed.

"Tell me why you mad fa'." He chuckled, already knowing the reason. She rolled her eyes, her arms folded across her chest as he repeatedly kissed her jaw.

"Dayvon move." She pushed his head away, cracking a small smile once he laughed again.

"How you mad at me cause they don't have sweet and sour sauce? Yo meal childish anyways." He looked down at her plate of chicken tenders and fries, and she laughed.

"Shut up. Nah don't kiss me, move." She smiled, laughing again once he licked her ear because he knew that it tickled.

"Come on. You want me to go make them get some sweet and sour sauce?" He asked, and she chuckled, rolling her eyes.

"No. This is fine, I guesss." She used her nails to tear her chicken strip, dipping it in her ranch and putting it in her mouth.

"I told you we should've went to Sizzler's. You wanna come to ratchet ass Chili's and shit." He shrugged, mixing his pasta around.

Saniyah and Von were currently out on a date at Chili's, and Von had rented out the restaurant for just the two of them.

They'd been there already two hours and had finally ordered after sitting together and talking about everything under the sun.

"Boy don't nobody want no steak and lobster. That shit nasty and expensive as fuck for no reason." She told him, eating her fries.

"Ima beat yo ass. Keep cussing like that." He flicked her bottom lip, and she laughed, rolling her eyes.

"This like your third time saying that. Please get you some business and stay up outta mine." She waved him off, grabbing her glass of strawberry lemonade.

"El oh el. Your business is my business lil girl." He flicked her lip again, and she swatted his hands, laughing.

"You need a life. Von move." She laughed once his arms wrapped around her waist, laying his face in her neck.

"I know you uncomfortable. Long ass nigga." She shook her head, chuckling once he shrugged.

"Yeah I am. Come here." He lifted her from the booth seat, placing her down in his lap.

"You are so clingy." She said, watching as he put her plate in front of her.

Both him and Kentrell were very clingy with her, and they got comfortable quick too; maybe because both of them had known her longer than she'd really knew them-but still, the point stands.

Von definitely had Kentrell beat though. He didn't allow her to do anything by herself since she'd gotten to his house last night. He waited on her hand and foot, but she wasn't complaining. She found very it cute, actually.

"Yeah cause you my baby. You just don't know it yet." He shrugged, and she chuckled, looking at him.

"Oh, I don't know?" She tilted her head, and he laughed, shaking his head no.

"Youn even let me baby you the way I want to. You too independent." He told her, chuckling afterwards.

"It's all I know. It feels weird to have someone that wants to do things for me cause I'm used to doing it by myself, you know?" She shrugged, eating her fries.

"We gone have to get you up outta that. When you wit' me ion want you doin' nothin'. Don't even breathe on your own, you can have my lungs." He said, smiling as he listened to her laugh.