G.L.A (Ghetto Love Affair)

(II) Leg Locked

Trey had Kheem just take them back to his suite after realizing her wallet was in the bag with Chris. He'd been hoping she had it in her pockets somewhere and they could just take her back to her spot to ride out whatever high she'd been forced on. She hadn't stopped rubbing her face against his neck or her hands from sliding all over his arms and shoulders.

"Your arms have got to give the best hugs", she sighed dreamily wiggling so that she'd be in his lap if Trey hadn't had his right hand firmly planted on her thigh so she stayed put.

Makani tried again and he couldn't help the way his eyes bulged when hers began to water.

"Oh my God! My legs don't work!", she cried now clawing sadly at his chest. "I'll never dance again and all I wanted was a hug!"
"Bro what the fuck did she take?", Kheem snorted from the front seat pulling into the back lot directly next to the elevator.
"I have no fuckin idea. One o dem shawties from the party did this. Tell Chris to come to my suite. Imma try and see if I can get her to calm down and sleep"

Makani only stopped crying when Trey had pulled her into his lap to slide out of the car.

"She's cute. And small. Be careful brodie"
"Thanks again man"
"I'll be back later", he nodded.

Makani refused to believe that her legs were functioning again and it helped in the moment as he carried her in his arms, her face tucked into his neck as she sniffled, still mourning her lost limbs. It was taking everything in him not to laugh as he stepped into the elevator and tightened his arms around her.

"I knew it", she sang arching her neck to nibble at his jaw. "You do give the best hugs"

He quicked a brow and smirked down at her. Her lips were parted as she arched closer to his. Trey pulled her hood down her face with his right hand so it totally covered hers. She spluttered around her hair and whined, her pouted lips the only thing visible.

"Down girl", he chided softly.

Once inside he headed right to the king sized bed and sat her on it, beginning to untie her shoes.

"What ya doin?", she sang.
"Getting you to bed"
"I'm not tired!"
"I know but you'll feel better in the morning if you sleep now", he explained as he pulled her socks off. "Hoodie too"
"My toes work!", she gasped happily as she flexed them against the faux fur blanket. "Mmnn that's niiice"

She happily handed over the hoodie and rolled over quickly, gliding against the soft blanket beneath her overstimulated skin with loud satisfied groans.

"This is definitely not my bed", she moaned sliding out of sight beneath the large black comforter atop this spread.
"I didn't have your wallet. They're bringing it here. Imma crash on the couch and take you home in the morning"
"Oh my God you hate me!", Makani gasped throwing the thick comforter off.

Makani's eyes were wide and filled with tears as she started to breath in short shallow pants. Trey didn't know what to address first. Her tears or the fact that she'd stripped down to her underwear to feel more of the throw blanket against her skin.

"I don't hate you"
"Yes you do. You took away my legs! And you wouldn't hug me! Now you want to banish me"
"Baby girl calm down that's not what I'm saying"
"I'm staying!"

Before he could stop her, Makani darted out of the bed and straight into the adjoining bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Ah hell. Chris come on!