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°Deanne POV°5:30 P

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°Deanne POV°
5:30 P.M.

"Babe, a wah time now? Yuh nawh badda maths up wah yuh say yawh maths up?"

"Wah yuh feel fa?" I ask, adding the last item to my Shein cart then looking over at him.

Tyrone's sitting across from me, around his PlayStation, with his back turned to me, so he doesn't see me ogling his form.

He's shirtless, so the muscles in his back move sexily everytime he flexes his arms, making me bite the inside of my cheek.

Aye, yuh know tan good?

This likkle bwoy tan damn good.

Despite being together for months, I still find myself drooling over him ever so often.

My man, my man, my man.

Damn.

Woulda give yuh piece right n——

He shrugs. "Anything yuh do, mi good wid."

So him say now, then when mi cook sum'n weh him nuh like, a him that a screw.

But I know he's only saying that so I do agree to cook.

And I would, but I feel too drowsy fi go stand up inna kitchen heat right now. Plus, I've just stopped coughing as badly as I was this morning, so I don't wanna risk contaminating the food.

And, most importantly...mi tired. Cho!

Today a Friday eno...and this long belly bwoy waa mi go kill up miself inna fire side...

Sighing, I click out of Shein and open IG, feeling bored. Since Tyrone a play him game and nawh pay mi nuh mind, might as well mi occupy mi time. "Honestly, to how mi feel right now, Ty, mi not even inna the mood fi stand up inna no fire side. Trust mi."

He pauses the game so he can turn to look at me, tossing the controller onto the centre console. "Then wah we ago eat then, B?"

Yuh can always eat me.

A joke!

Resisting the urge to laugh at the thought, I clear my throat. "Yuh woulda eat some Sakura? Or KFC?"

Please say yes...

Mi nuh know, but from evening mi feel fi a Spicy Zinger.

He stares at me, as if trying to read my mind, then sighs. "That can gwaan, yes."

Yes!

My smile stretches. "Yawh order in, or we a go weself?"

"We can touch road, if yuh want. 'Cause mi know a that yuh want all yawh gwaan."

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