amori's peace

chap.20

Amori Rianna Carter | Am-or-ree

I don't even remembered what happened yesterday cause after I thought about Bri and allat I got a lil drunk, smoked some more ganja, blasted some music and eventually passed out on the bed lowkey praying that I'd somewhat turned off the music.

But now I'm laying next to Henderson with his tight ass arm around my neck like the nigga wanna kill me with this fucking head lock he got me in, I've been tryna move it ever since I woke up with a banging headache.

"Trey move this damn arm" I mumbled wiggling away from him hoping that he could hear me but I have a feeling this lil nigga is awake.

"Yo stop moving like that" he groaned his hand holding my waist.

But wait.. oh? Ohhhhhhhh.

"Move your arm and I wouldn't have to" he did that lil throaty chuckle that would have me running laps if I wasn't in this headlock.

He finally let go making me sprint to that fucking toilet cause that pee was abouta drip down my fucking leg.

As I was in the bathroom I decided to shower and allat that so I could go get this over and done with, walking out the hot steamy bathroom I unzipped the suitcase and pulled out a simple but comfortable outfit.

In which I might shower again cause jails be so muthafucking dirty, laying the outfit out on the bed I decided it'll be best to wear my crocs just incase I needa make a run for it, who knows.

I walked in the bathroom to quickly put my underwear and shit on then walked out the bathroom cuz Henderson asleep I hope. I picked up some spray off the dresser but as I was doing this I had seen Henderson peeping.

"Nigga if you wanna look.. look" chuckling at this lil boy as he propped his hands behind his head lifting his head up I walked back over to the bed to see Henderson doing that smiling shit with his eyes.

"You know you do some weird shit with your eyes when you look at me" I said pulling the cargos up my waist my breast jumped a lil bit and this nigga couldn't keep his eyes trained on my face.

I mean they ain't big- I lied they are pretty big.

"Nah what I do?" He replied.

"Them bitches start twinkling" I told him and he smiled at me.

"You look so cute when you smile" I sang at him moving onto the bed to pull his cheeks, he tried to drop the smile but some things you can't control so it let loose and he mushed my head away from him.

He got up and went into the bathroom whilst I fixed my hair, I wasn't sure what to do with it so I just did a slick side part bun with the claw clip shit I'd seen on Instagram.

I finished up the hairstyle and Henderson came out the bathroom with a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, but I ain't wanna be like no peeping Tom so I just fixed my edges and hurried up outta of there.

I made some breakfast for myself since I don't know his allergies or it's just a lame ass excuse incase he asks me where his food is at. I took the last bite of my sandwich and went to chill upstairs since it's still early and I know visiting times are from 12:30 - 5:00PM and it's only 10:15AM.

"So where is your dumbass going?"

"To see my daddy" I responded happy that the nigga didn't ask me no questions about him because I wasn't bothered to go into any detail.

Some random thing that I caught my self doing is playing with the nigga's ears the first time I started doing he'll always hit me and he just lets me do it.

Moving his dyed locs out of his face I thought of a hairstyle to give him. "You want your hair re-twisted?"

"You can re-twist locs?" He asked and I hummed in response but I was too lazy to do it now since all I did was get the rat-tail comb and comb the roots towards the locs so they don't get matted for when I'm ready to do his hair.

But I remembered that the lil nigga don't like gel in his hair because he told me that when he wants to itch his head it feels too sticky so I just left the gel and continued to comb the hair into the locs with the product already in his hair.

"Yo that shit fucking hurt" he grumbled flicking my forehead.

"Chill.. I'm just combing it out" loosening my grip on his head I took the hair ties from his wrist and did a lil man bun with the locs and it was mad cute.

I took out my phone so he could see his hair "you like" and all this man do was stare at me like I'm the damn screen he be staring at all day.

Like if you falling in love just say that.

"Mhm" he hummed.

"What nigga stop staring at me" I asked him holding back a smile.

"So I can't look at you now?" He asked staring at my lips and I shook my head no.

His head was in my lap as he sat on the floor so the position wasn't uncomfortable. But he was making me feel so uncomfortable cause of the staring being too fucking intense for me to handle.

He put his hand on my chin and brought my face closer to his, I wasn't about to stop it or nothing I just hope my dumbass don't catch no damn feelings cause then Imma be in some shit that I cannot fix.

Our lips touched after what felt like a thousand years and I can't lie his lips are mad soft but it's been a minute since I've kissed somebody so I was a lil stiff but then I loosened up after a couple seconds.

My hands move to his face something that I always do if I kiss somebody I find attractive because I feel more into it, but in my lifetime I've only kissed two people and they were both my shit ass boyfriends.

A few seconds later I pulled away but not too far to make it seem weird "what did you do that for?" I asked him with my hands still in the same spot.

"Do what?" answering my question with a damn question.

"Kiss me" and he shrugged.

Like sir you don't kiss someone cause you feel like it them bitches are really intimate. "I mean you can't kiss somebody cause you feel like it they are real intimate" and he shrugged again.

"You mine anyways" he replied putting his hands on top of mine and taking them off.

"Nigga aren't I supposed to know that?" And with that he stood up and I moved back on the bed and he pulled back down on the bed by legs.

"Has any nigga touched you? Come up to you? Expect that lil ugly nigga Aiden. Looked at you? Batted an eyelash at you? Smiled at you?" and I shook my head no.

"That cause you mines, every one on the street know you mines" he finished leaving me stunned on the bed because this nigga loves dropping bombs on people.
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