in which the traumatized party girl who became ice cold and immune to falling in love again , meets the smooth hood boy who believes you can't let your bad past affect the good to come in your future .
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[ sunday ]
MALAISA WHINED AS SHE dramatically rolled around on notti's bed. after leaving the gym notti said he wanted to spend the night with her. she was hesitant at first but kept reminding herself to stop letting fear control her and just relax and get comfortable.
now, of course she had to ask her mother for permission and he had to ask his mom if she could come and having seeing her son practically break down over the girl she didn't mind. wishing she didn't have to work, she would have loved to meet her but, her kids always came first.
"laisa come on now ma you being mad fucking extra." notti laughed as he stood at the front of his bed. malaisa was being dramatic all morning and has been stalling getting out of bed.
"no i'm nottt. i really can't movee." she whined pouting crossing her arms and notti dropped his head taking a deep breath preparing to be here for a while.
"babyy. i thought you said you used to working out though." he repeated her words back to her as he gently massages her sore ankles.
"i amm. but my body was used to not doing it for a while." she whined again as she placed her arm over her eyes to block out the light shining on her face.
"so what ? you gon stay like this all day ma ma?" he softened his voice as he let his eyes trail over her as she was rested on her back. he wasn't going to voice it but she looked so good right now.
while he was tuning out her whining, he was taking in her appearance and how good she looked in his clothing. she had on one of his graphic juice wrld shirts and some psd undergarments. seeing the shirt slightly oversized on her and the boxers showing her figure really would have him ready to risk everything right now.
"oh my goshhh. i think you were trying to kill me ethan what the fuckk?" she rolled on her side and clutched her knees to her chest making him stop rubbing her ankles and let out a soft chuckle.
"ma you gon have these niggas thinking i did some other shit with the way you fucking crying." he laughed walking around his bed to get on the opposite side.
"on my soul if i could lift my arms i would've smacked life out of you." she mumbled still facing away from him and he laughed at her threat.
"come here ma ma, i'm sorry." he gently reached for her hand and she grumbled pulling her arm away.
"ma come heree, let me rub on you." he reached for her hand again as he sat up properly against his headboard.
"mmmm." she whined as she slowly sat up wincing. she had a small pout and notti couldn't help but just smile as he looked at her.
