Six years have passed and no word to each other. Still 4,000 miles away. Still deadly in love with each other.
Since the departure, Imani has proceeded her life as a podcast guest and traveling professional zoo aid and wildlife biologist in London...
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"I knew you'd come"
"I don't know what games you think I came to play with you but I'm not here for it at all. Why are you acting like this ?"
"Love we're not 18 anymore. We're old enough to know what we want. You know why you came here and it wasn't for this conversation"
Now that he's cleaning and organizing his desk in this big ass glass box (that I can assume is his office because of the guitars and plaques on his wall, his laptop and the papers that he placed in a folder and slid into his drawer) I noticed how much he's matured physically.
He stands a few inches taller than I remember. His hair has grown so much, loose, messy curls down to his collar bones and dark as ever. Eyes nice and oceanic under his long dark lashes. Lips plumped and pink with his hook straight through the bottom. Jawline could cut through a brick with ease. His physique formed almost identical to his father's. He has a ratio of 40% of waist and up to the 70% of his long legs. You get the math. Toned muscles and broad shoulders that fit his body so well. Abs that are also toned and easily noticeable.
Tattoos, some with gorgeous and pigmented color, filled almost every inch of his pale skin along with new nipple piercings and a belly button piercing added to his older nostril and lip piercings. A long, slim torso and itty bitty waist that deepens at his hips into the thighs to die for that jiggles when he walks. And that ass. I know his jeans are happy. Is this a rockstar benefit or am I just highly favored ?
"I'M here because you not only vandalized my hotel room you broke into your own bestfriends apartment to watch me shower AND you thought it was a good idea to let a deadly snake loose at my convention and get me sent home so you could what ? Get me over here ? Does this ring a bell ?"
Blah. Blah. She looks so fucking stunning right now. Her breasts want to pop those buttons on that dress so badly and I don't object. Adult hood is doing her well, I could cum just looking at her. Her perfect smile was replaced with the sexiest scowl I've ever seen. Curves out of this world and that flawless brown skin shines through her many tattoos added after the four I remember.
This woman is THE most gorgeous woman I've ever laid my eyes on. I could never stay mad at her. My heart still pounds a million times harder when I hear her name. Seeing her here, especially after 5 years, I could drop to my knees at the snap of her finger. I miss and still love her so very much. She's still my heroin. And I need my fix.
"That hotel isn't as nice on the inside as it is on the outside. It's shady there and only wealthy snobs go there to fulfill their dirty sex fantasies. Nothing you can participate in. Everything else was hours ago and yet you deliberately drove to my place wearing this dress and those heels and might I add, you look delicious"
