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"Okay let me get one more kiss and I'm done, for real." Bria sat on the ottoman in front of her king sized bed, looking up at Santana. He held his shirt in one hand and grabbed her neck with the other, leaning down to give her another kiss.
She sighed heavily once he pulled away, turning around to climb to the top of her bed. Laying back against her pillows, she dramatically threw her arm over her eyes, sighing again so that he would give her more attention.
Israel walked out of her bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, and she sat up, grabbing his arm to stop him from walking over to the dresser.
"Pleaseeeee stay home with me. Please?" She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her.
"Bria," He laughed, grabbing her legs that had wrapped around his body as well.
"Y'all get on my nerves so bad. What I'm 'posed to do? Live? 'Cause I won't be able to without somebody here with me." She left herself sprawled across the bed after Israel managed to get out of her grip.
Surprisingly, both Israel and Santana had spent the last week with her at her house and it was the most fun she'd ever had. Besides being home, they'd also went out to eat, went to Urban Air, had a picnic at the lake, and went to the drive in movies. She'd never been so happy in her life.
Some of those days, one of them would have to go to work for a few hours and she didn't mind it because the other would stay home with her. Both of them had to leave today though, and it felt like her life was ending. She hated being by herself now.
"Get a grip." Israel lifted his arm up to rub deodorant underneath it while Bria rolled her eyes at him.
"I'm finna start crying. This not fair." She looked between the two of them as they dressed themselves, barely paying her any mind.
"Get a job then mama." Santana kissed her forehead, and she frowned at him and Israel's shared laughter.
"That's not even funny 'cause you would make me quit if I tried to get one." She rolled her eyes again, moving to the edge of her bed so that she could get out of it.
"Stop laughing at him all the time. He not funny, not even a lil' bit." Bria wrapped her arms around Israel's torso, smelling the Dove lotion he used even though it was unscented.
"Quit hating. Look at this ass-damn." He bit his lip after roughly grabbing a handful of it, watching their reflection in her large body mirror.
"No. Don't look at me at all if you not staying home with me." She pulled away from him, returning to her spot on the bed as a smile spread across his face.
"Santana can I please just go with you?" She followed him with her eyes, watching him grab a pair of sneakers out of her closet.
"Nah B. I ain't even finna be gone for long. I don't want you around no weed or nothin'." He laced up his New Balances, and Bria groaned in frustration while laying back against her pillows.
