𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘 ✔️ | 𝗧𝗝𝗠

13.

EASY LOVE.
love ain't never been so easy , I love how you make it so easy.

I HUFFED as JAMEL rushed me to finish with my hair. I don't care what time and where I'm at , I won't look a mess.

"Put the damn scarf on and come on , de'arra." He groaned , exaggeratingly as he bust threw the bathroom door. I responded to him with a bitter and tip lipped smile , tying the scarf into place that sat nice and tight on my hair.

We had woken up at least twenty minutes ago — or better yet he woke me up. I was drained and my body was sore , it was a crucial scene to say the most. He coached me through getting up and my soreness at the same time , reassuring me every time I needed it and I loved it.

I tugged at my white toddler tee. Some sweats and some slides were the move per usual. I grabbed my tube of lip gloss as I rounded up everything in sense of hygiene , hair , and beauty into my bag and applied it on my lips; rolling my lips in to rub it in.

I exited the bathroom , seeing Jamel on his phone , his outfit basically paired with mine but different slides. His head immediately shot up at the noise of the door closing. I watched him quickly stand up and grab my bag , along with his.

"Man I'm tired. She ready ?" A familiar deep voice spoke out on Jamel's phone.

"Me too , and she is. We headin' out the door now. Y'all can make y'all way down there now." He replied , loud enough so they could here.

A "alright" and the phone call ending could be heard. My eyebrows furrowed and I looked up in confusion as he grabbed his phone , setting it in his pockets.

"Who's that" I spit out , questioning.
"jaren , baby." He responded , his voice deep and rushed. I nodded as I followed him down stairs , grabbing his house key to make sure I enclose of the house , turning off lights but purposely leaving the living room light on , along with locking the garage.

The cool air hit my skin as we stepped foot out the house , the sky still dark. Gliding to Jamel's car silently , he opened the door for me and sat the bags in the trunk, leaving me to sit there.

I'm confused.

As fuck.

To be honest — I don't know what took over me last night.

'Maybe the pink Whitney did , but oh I don't know!'

I sighed silently, in my thoughts. I liked everything that happened last night , just didn't know what possessed me to go anything or anywhere farther with it. I always screw my self up in complicated situations in my mind that happen out of no where.

It's always happening with him.

Something unexpected always happenings with him or around him and to be honest ; I like it. It's something new and fresh to not only me but my life style. Experiencing other things that I don't usually get the chance to with other guys or just life in general really.