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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘, with Zaire's head on your chest. He was slouched down as he laid his body weight on you, blinking slowly. He seemed off, like he was holding something in.
You wanted to ask him what was wrong, but you didn't want to be invasive. He was waiting for you to ask, wanting somebody to care for him. He wanted somebody to ask him if he was okay.
You fought your doubtful thoughts, deciding to make sure he was okay instead of being a pussy. "Baby?" You questioned, resting your cheek on top of his head. He nodded weakly, but he was lying, and he didnt want to lie to you. "Nah, not really." He spoke up, mumbling into your chest.
"Whats wrong?" You asked him, frowning at the thought of him not being okay. You wanted to let him know that you would be there for him. "Ion know...everybody just fake. I only got you." He told you, his eyes shut.
He was being truthful, you were all he had as well as others, but you were his main. You were the only person in the world that would understand him and love him for him and not somebody else. He knew you loved Zaire, not just TaTa.
"C'mere, baby." You spoke, so he could lay on top of you and he did. He kept his head on your chest as he laid on top of you. You were his escape. "Its okay, I got you." You reassured him, rubbing your hand up and down his back.
He couldn't help but smile at your words. "I know." He mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your neck and collarbone area. "I love you."
You smiled back at him, his smile was infectious. "I love you too, bae." You said in return, as he moved upwards to kiss your lips. He pulled away for a couple of seconds before kissing you again repeatedly. "I think thats enough."
"Nah, I can't help it. You just so perfect, baby." He told you, giving you one last kiss before burying his face into your neck. His hands roamed your body, as he laid on top of you in silence. It was a comforting silence, not awkward. It was never awkward.
The faint sounds of the TV playing in the background occupied your ears. The light from the TV was the only thing lighting up the room.
"I needa smoke." You heard Zaire speak, as he gently lifted himself off of you and reached for the pre-roll on the coffee table. You watched him light the blunt as you grabbed a blanket and laid comfortably on the couch with your legs on his lap. It was cold.
He blew out the smoke before leaning back on the couch. His hand went to your legs that were on his lap. His eyes watched the TV, watching it even though it wasnt that interesting.
He sighed, the blunt not making him feel that much better. You could tell he still had something lingering in the back of his mind, something he wanted to let out. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt him tapping on your arm.
"Hm?" You questioned, sitting up. "Would you cheat on me?" He asked, his hand holding his blunt starting to shake slightly. "No, baby, never." You spoke, your brows furrowing at his sudden question. You gently grabbed the blunt from his hand, placing it on the ashtray, before holding his hands.
He let out a shaky sigh, "I'm tired, baby...". You were confused. "Please." He gave you a desperate look. It made your heart break to see him like this. You wrapped him up in your arms, holding him tight. His arms were limp at his sides as you brought him closer.
"Whats wrong, Ta." You asked, knowing he was lying the first time you asked. He shook his head before speaking, "Just hold me." He spoke desperately, his arms wrapping tight around you.
You complied, holding him tightly in your arms and kissing his temple occasionally. This was all he needed. He wanted to express himself, his worries and stress, but for now this was fine.
Your comfort made all of that go away. He wished he could be with you all the time, because he needed that. He only needed you. He missed you all the time. Being with you was a blessing and a moment he would always hold onto until he got to see you again.
His stress and worries overcame him, not even weed could help him. He felt as if nobody was really listening or noticing his pains, but you were. Thats one of the reasons why he wanted to be near you so much. His mind clouded with the stress of everything easily and very quickly. It was driving him insane.
He wanted to find an escape from all this, but for now you were all he needed. Your warmth, your voice, your comfort. It was all he wanted, all he needed. There was nothing more to it. He was just straight up in love with you, the whole idea of you.
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