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𝐌𝐈𝐑 sat in Cairo's bed, scrolling down his instagram feed, as Cairo slept silently, her head on his stomach as her arms were wrapped around him.
He was gonna leave, but she looked like she was sleeping so well, so he didn't wanna disturb her peace. He had nowhere to be, anyway.
Shortly, an incoming call from Kyrie came through on his phone, and thank God his phone was on silent.
"Wassup?" He answered the phone, speaking in a hushed voice.
"Yo. You got Cairo home, son?" Kyrie inquired, and Mir looked down, nodding his head, though Ky couldn't see him.
"Yeah, she here." He replied, and Kyrie frowned, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Nigga you at her house? Y'all fucked? Aw, shit. You don't know how delusional her and Juliana can ge—."
"Nigga I ain't fuck her on the first night. You know I don't move like that. Especially with someone you told me you look at as a sister." Kazimir jerked his head back, hearing Kyrie sigh in relief.
"Oh. Ohhhh. Damn nigga you had me scared. What you still there for, then?" Kyrie then asked, and Kazimir shrugged, not even knowing the answer to that himself.
"She asked me to come in. We chilled, and I guess I fell asleep. Them three blunts and D'ussé hit different." He chuckled, and so did Ky.
"Fasho, nigga. Be easy," Kyrie said, and Kazimir nodded.
"Heard you. Love, nigga." He spoke lastly, before pulling the phone from his ear, pressing the red button.
"Mm," Cairo lightly moaned, turning her head, before lifting up, rubbing her eyes, then opening them, locking eyes with Kazimir.
She soon remembered the events last night, mentally cursing herself out.
"Shit. I am sooo sorry. I didn't mean to keep you here this lo— oh my God. Damn." She held her head, feeling a headache coming on. Disadvantages of drinking too much.
