Art is an expression of the heart. It allows you to create and inspire while your imagination and emotions run wild. Isla Heart is a prime example of that. A true artist through and through. Inspired by the everyday trials and tribulations of her ho...
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After Felix told her just how he felt about she and August's situation, she just stayed balled up in his lap. Cuddling him in a way she's never done before. Just basking in his magnificent, protective, loving, manly aura. Peeking up at him, she smiles as he winks at her.
"Yuh need to take ya ass to sleep. Yuh been cryin all night baybay. I ain't know ya little ass had that much tears in yuh!"
"Lemme alone!"
"Aight!" He chuckles and the deep rumbling vibration tickles her body and makes her shiver.
"Mmm." Sighing, she cuddles deeper into him in a satisfied comfort.
"Uhn-uhn, don't be makin sounds like that on my lap wit them little ass shorts on. Yuh tryna get me caught up, hell nah!"
"Shut up!" Giggling, she slaps his bare chest softly.
As she smiles up at him, he smiles down at her. Leaning down, he kisses her lips passionately. Knowing he has stunned the living hell out of her, he doesn't even give her a second to process it.
"I luh yuh, now take that ass to bed."
Standing up, while still holding onto her, he places her on her feet. As she stands there looking up at him with wide eyes, he just shakes his head and smiles.
"Goodnight, Isla."
"Uh-. Um, bye. I mean goodnight."
Walking away to the sound of his low, but highly amused laughter, she goes to his room to go to sleep. Laying in his bed alone, she tosses and turns. Hearing her phone vibrate she picks it up. Seeing August's number she answers.
"Where the fuck are you?! I been outside banging on ya door for wild long!"
"Hhhh, I'm sorry. I'm not home."
"Where the fuck are you, Isla?" He grits out through clenched teeth.
"A sleepover."
"For fuckin what?! You knew I was gonna come see you!"
Knowing that he's right, that's exactly why she slept over Felix's house. They drove to the art gallery together and she didn't want to run the risk of August seeing him give her a ride home.
"Cause I'm just not in a great mood, August. I just -."
"Just what, Isla?"
He tries to make his voice more gentle, due to being fearful of what she might say next.
"Just, I been thinking and I'm having a really hard time trying to convince myself that I don't wanna do the program."
"Baby, we already talked about this though. It's best for our relationship for you to be here, ma. We're trying to grow and work on us and strengthen us from the setback that we had." Trying to really endear her to him, he knows he has to admit his fault. "Th-. The setback that I caused, baby."
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