Playboi's Bunny

33. Zayne

January 14, 2022

It's somethin' 'bout the ocean that relaxes me and makes me forget 'bout all the drama and bullshit in my life every single time.

The waves. The birds. The Sun. The salt in the air. I love it all.

"I thought you'd fall asleep by now, you ate so much." Sahara laughs as she joins me on one of the couches on the deck.

I glance at her and accept the way my heart flutters. Now that I ain't fightin' the way I feel for her, I expect myself to get some kinda butterflies every time she comes around.

"Almost." I mumble sleepily as she gently pulls my head into her lap. "Where he at?"

"Said he needed to talk to the captain. You okay?" She asks as her fingers begin massagin' my scalp.

Goosebumps cover my skin as I close my eyes.

"I'm straight, baby. You good?" I open one eye to stare up at her pretty brown skin as she looks out at the ocean while we cruise. When she focuses her gaze onto me, I bite my lip and smile shyly.

"I'm torn a lil' bit." She shrugs and then smiles away whatever it is she's feelin'.

I try to sit up so I can give her my full attention but she just lays me back down and continues to run her fingers thru my hair that needs to be redone.

"Part of me wants to run away with y'all and just be happy...y'all make me feel so...I don't know, safe." She sighs before continuin'. "But the other part of me needs to handle my family shit."

I bite the inside of my cheek and keep quiet until she's finished.

"It's like on one shoulder, I got my moms in my ear tellin' me to move on with my life 'cause I finally got a chance to be happy. And then on the other shoulder, it's me against me, tellin' me to handle Santana and my daddy 'cause they deserve it. The bitch shot you and killed my dogs, yo."

I shudder at the memory as Sahara's fingers begin softly rubbin' down my neck towards my bruised shoulder.

"What do I look like lettin' that shit go?"

"Like the bigger person." Playboi answers as he takes a seat next to us wearin' a black robe and durag.

"Or like a pussy." Sahara retorts, fingers still grazin' over my skin softly.

"Ain't nothin' pussy about you, Sahara. If you wanna handle em, we can handle em. But if you wanna 'be the bigger person' as Playboi says, we can do that too. I'm really on whatever you on and I mean that."

She sighs, looks at Playboi and then back at me again.

"I wanna be with y'all."

"Then leave the gangster shit in the States and be with us then shawty. I promise from here on out, imma take care of y'all and that's my word." Playboi reaches over and puts his hand on top of Sahara's as it cups my breast. "I'd never forgive myself if I let you go and something happened to y'all."

The sincerity laced in his words cover my skin in chills. I sit up and shake off the goosebumps coverin' my arms.

I can tell he means every word comin' out of his mouth when our eyes meet and he doesn't break the eye contact.