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THEEE WEEKS LATER
KEY'S FIRST NATIONAL tour would be over in a week and what was fun for Harlym at first was becoming a pain. Between the plane rides and bus trips, she was tired of being in enclosed spaces with all the guys, she just wanted some time alone.
Currently they were in Phoenix, Key had wrapped up his second to last show in LA and they would be back on the road for the final show in Arizona.
He performed a couple hours ago, they would be staying in the hotel for one more night before heading back to Houston.
Harlym laid in her bed, waiting on Quincy to come through. He said he was would be doing the meet and greet with Key, she came to the hotel and showered, deciding to wait for him before she went to sleep.
She was scrolling through her Twitter feed, she stopped when she saw a post from a Jalen fanpage she had yet to unfollow. She tapped on the video, it was a video that his trainer had posted a few hours ago. "Damn," She mumbled as he ran up a random hill, she hated that he looked good, "Tooo fine."
She accidentally liked the tweet before quickly unliking it and turning off her phone.
She missed him a lot but she wouldn't tell him that, she wouldn't tell anyone that. Right as she closed her eyes, her door opened and she sat up.
Quincy walked in, kicking off his shoes, "I thought you would be sleep."
"I was waiting on you." She watched him, he dropped all his clothes and climbed in the bed with her. "How was the meet and greet."
"It was ghetto. The bitches down hea wild as hell." He slid into the bed behind her, draping his arm around her so they were spooning.
She leaned into him, closing her eyes as his hand trailed up and down her bare stomach lightly, "Yeah, I think it's the heat that makes them go crazy."
Quincy chuckled, "Fasho." His hand slid up her stomach again and Harlym shuddered lightly when she felt him pinch her nipple .
"Q," She closed her eyes, "Brah, I'm tired."
He pushed her shirt up and put his hand in her shorts, his finger brushed against her clit, causing Harlym to lay on her back, her head turning to look at him as she spread her legs for his hand to have more space.
Quincy kissed her as he moved to be between her legs, skipping the foreplay like they always did. She grabbed his arm as she closed her eyes.
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