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Jaylen (Jay) Soo POV:
Kavari and I were laid spread out on his bed. We both decided to stay home today. I was tired, he was tired so why not? The door was closed and locked of course. He rubbed his hand through my hair, using the other one to use his phone. My mom and Senior went out for dinner leaving Junior and I to do whatever and order whatever.
"I wanna know more about you." I mumble out.
Kavari puts his phone down looking me in my eyes. Chocolate cake. That's what his eyes remind me of today. Sweet chocolate with fudge. Baked at 350 degrees in a cottage.
"What you tryna find out?"
Everything.
"Anything you'll tell me." Kavari thinks for a couple of seconds, leaving us in silence. "My name is Kavari Keen Floyd. My favorite color is red and my birthday is June fourth." He says with a shrug.
Summer.
It fits him perfectly. I playfully hit his arm causing him to laugh. "That's not what I meant."
Tell me more.
I want to know Kavari like the back of my hand. Like how I know to run, pass a baton (all shade to Chris), how to lace up my spikes, how to set up my blocks. I want to know him the way he knows basketball. How to do a layup, how to dribble, how to make a three pointer.
I want to know it all.
"Nah, what about you? Tell me something about you, Jaylen." He continues to massage my head with his finger tips.
I could get used to this.
"My name is Jaylen Soo, my favorite color is gray, and I was born February sixteenth." I say rubbing Kavari's inner thigh.
Winter.
"That's coming up, why you ain't tell me sooner?"
Because you hated me.
"I never thought it was a big deal."
Kavari looks at me intensely.
He kisses his teeth, grabbing my face pulling me up for a kiss. He licks my bottom lip from entrance which I greatly open. He pushes his tongue slowly into mine creating a passionate kiss. He pulls away licking his lips as I put my head back on his lap.
"Everything about you is a big deal. You hear me?" I nod my head, blushing at his words.
"Winter or Summer?" I ask.
"Huh?"
"Or do you prefer Fall?"
"Summer."
"Why?"
"Cause I'm black."
"Kavari— I'm not even going to say anything." I say breaking out in a pit of laughter. Winter is so much better. Summer is too hot, too sticky, too loud. Too much of everything.
