Shanell
An hour later
I'd just gotten finished dropping Mya off at my dad's before making my way home as I pulled up to my complex, parking directly in front of my house. As I did, I saw Cain's car pulling in right behind me and I was happy to see him, of course, but I just dreaded the conversation we were about to have.
I knew we needed to have it but I just really didn't feel like it.
Saying nothing, I grabbed all of my work bags before grabbing my purse and getting out of the car completely. I watched as Cain did the same, stepping out of his car as his tall figure made his way over to me, instantly grabbing my bags out of my hands.
"I got it." His deep voice spoke and I allowed him to as I made my way empty handed toward the front door.
I wasted no time unlocking it completely as we both made our way in and he closed the door behind us both before locking it back.
He then put my bags on the couch as I made my way to my room while he followed me closely. As he did, he wasted no time grabbing me by my waist and pulling me toward him.
He then bent down to leave small kisses against my neck as I laid my head against his shoulder, allowing him to shower me with his love.
"I apologize, BG." He went on apologizing to me again as he held me from behind and I nodded my head slowly.
"And I accept it, baby." I reassured him as we stood there like that a while as he held me in his arms and I embraced every second of it.
A few minutes ended up going by though before he finally let me go and I turned around to him to look up into his eyes. He then looked down into mine as his tall figure hovered over me before he opened his mouth to speak again.
"So you ready to finish our conversation?" He asked as I took my eyes off of his and looked down at nothing in particular now.
"Yeah, we can." I spoke reluctantly.
"Just let me take a shower and get this day off of me."
"I'll be right back." I told him and he nodded in agreement as we finally let each other go so that I could handle my hygiene.
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An hour later
After spending about an hour in the shower, I'd finally gathered my words and found the courage to actually say how I felt to Cain.
I mean, though I was afraid of the way he would respond to it, I knew I couldn't keep holding off my feelings because of it. If we were going to be together, he needed to know how I felt.
Walking back into my room with a towel wrapped around my body, I watched as Cain sat at the edge of my bed, rolling up a blunt with his shirt off. He then looked back to me as I dried myself off before walking into to my closet to get dressed into something comfortable.
I simply decided on my pink pajama shorts and one of his large white t-shirts that I'd stolen from him. All before I put on my deodorant, put my hair up into a ponytail and then made my way back to my bed and got into it right beside him.
When I did, he finished up what he was doing before he put his blunt behind his ear and pulled me closer to him.
As he did, I laid my head against his tattoo covered chest as I thought about what I wanted to say first. There was so much to say and so much to get off of my chest but I needed to say it in a way that he would understand me.
In a way that he wouldn't think that I was holding grudges against him about the past.
"You ready to talk?" He went on asking as if he was reading my mind and I didn't say anything but I nodded my head in assurance.
