Drunk Off You

Amends

TANSANEÉ POV
The next morning..
7:00 a.m.

After tossing and turning restlessly I finally was able to fall asleep.

I'm not sure if he came back to my room lastnight or if he really left after snapping on me for no reason.

Well, no reason I'm aware of.

I don't know what exactly I could have done for him to act that way towards me, especially after we were...

I sigh opening my eyes immediately becoming aware of the weight of an arm around me.

Turning my head to the side I find him fast asleep with his arm slung over me tucked underneath my shirt as it rests on my belly with a firm hold.

Why him a touch me?

The feeling of annoyance that passes over me at how close he is to my body lingers. I attempt to get out of his hold not bothering to be gentle when he pulls me back to him.

I breathe heavily looking at him, his eyes stare into mine with an unreadable expression as if he's trying to gauge my mood.

"Come here" he tells me, I feel my attitude towards him raising.

"Why you a touch me?" I ask.

After how he treated me lastnight him lose all permission he had to touch me as he pleases.

"Saneé shut up and come closer to me" he pulls me onto his chest wrapping his arms around me.

Hiding his face in the crook of my neck he inhales before kissing me there sucking gently on the skin below my ear as he knows it's my weakness.

Trying to appear unaffected, I attempt to free myself from his hold but fail as his build is much bigger and stronger than mine.

"I'm sorry" he apologizes, I hiss.
"Let me go!"

He ignores me,
"Baby-"

"Go fuck yourself!" I cut him off, prying his hands from around me.

Bout baby before him go suck him ma-

"Saneé just make we talk-"

"Come out a mi bomboclaat house! Bout frigging talk after how you use me and make me feel like shit last night you wah talk? Go fuck you bomboclaat self Xavier!" I shout, all my suppressed emotions from lastnight coming out.

He stares at me, a guilty expression printed on his face but I don't care.

He made me feel so worthless, like what we did meant nothing, as if my vulnerability to him meant nothing.

Our intimacy.
Nothing.

He pulls me back to the bed when I try to get off, as if on reflex I swing my arm around hitting him. My palm connecting with his cheek.

He closes his eyes inhaling deeply before speaking as if I didn't just slap him across his face.

"Me never mean fi take out me anger pan you B" he starts, I roll my eyes getting off my bed, whincing as i sit feeling a sharp pain between my thighs.

One similar to the pain i felt after losing my virginity.

You see if da bombohole ya tear me wid him agreesive self!