You could never trivialize pussy
But a bum nigga like you would try it (pussy)
I know what you really 'bout
High-key, your d- is weak, buddy (pussy)
It's only replaced by a rubber substitute
We ain't feelin' youI hold Layne's face in the palm of my hands as I sing to him and rock my hips from side to side. His long arms wrap around me as he holds me tightly against him, his head resting on my stomach. I stand between his legs as he sits on top of the toilet cover.
He was sitting in here with me while I did my hair. He even helped a little. His eyes fall close as the song finishes up. I tap my phone and check the time to see that it's 2 in the morning. Way past the time Layne usually goes to sleep.
"Go to bed boo" I rub his ear before running my hand down his back. He grunts and sits back from me.
"I'll wait for you" He mumbles. his eyes barely open. I look at my halfway-straight hair and then at an extremely sleepy Layne. I groan but still slip my bonnet on so he'll think I'm done with my hair.
"Come on" I grab his hand and tug him up.
"You're done" He questions me with a 'what the hell' look on his face. I chuckle while nodding my head.
"Get in bed I'm going to refill my cup quickly," I tell him as I grab my Stanley cup off of the countertop. I scoop some ice from out of my ice maker and pour it into my cup.
I grab two room-temperature water bottles from my pantry and empty them in the cup. My mind travels to Layne like it has been for the past week or so.
I don't know what we're doing, I like him and he's been taking up most of my time. I haven't been in a relationship in ages and I don't know how much I trust him.
Hell, I don't even know if he's still talking to Lia. I'm so dumb. I run my short acrylics over my teeth, listening to the soft clack.
I close my Stanley and run upstairs back to this little white boy who has my mind spinning.
"C'mere" He mumbled as soon as I sat my cup down. I throw the cover back and crawl onto the bed as he stares at me with his arms open, waiting.
Like the dummy I am I let him wrap his arms around me and kiss my forehead. I really hope he's not doing this with Lia.
"Kai" I mumble, apparently not loud enough.
"Kai," I say louder but he doesn't respond. He's sleeping. I sigh and just go to sleep.
"No, Lia" I speak into the phone. I lean back in my car, sitting in traffic.
"Why not, you have somebody else? Is that it" I knew this was going to happen.
"No baby. You're getting attached and I'm trying to stop it before it gets too far"
"Why?"
"You know I have commitment issues and your brother will hate me if I break your heart"
YOU ARE READING
𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚 .
FantasyThe story of Kalei and Layne. "𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀"