amri's pov
As I sat on the edge of the bed, the glow of the TV illuminating the darkened room, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at me from the inside out. Kyra was asleep beside me, her breathing steady and even, but my mind was racing a mile a minute.
I grabbed the controller and fired up the game, trying to distract myself from the turmoil swirling inside me. Tyler and Josiah were online, their voices crackling through the headset as we dove into a game of 2k.
But even as I played, my thoughts kept drifting back to Kyra and the mess we found ourselves in. Fuck, I loved that girl with every fiber of my being, but lately, it felt like we were drifting apart, caught in a whirlwind of lies and betrayal.
I couldn't shake the image of her with that other dude, the way she'd looked at him with a hunger I hadn't seen in months. It tore me apart, knowing that she could do something like that behind my back.
But even through the anger and hurt, I knew one thing for certain—I wasn't going anywhere, and neither was she. We were in this shitshow together, for better or for worse, and nothing was gonna tear us apart.
After the game, I stepped out onto the balcony for a smoke, the cool night air washing over me like a balm. I took a long drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs and soothe my frayed nerves.
"Yo, you good, bro?" Tyler's voice crackled through the headset, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm good," I replied, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the night air. "Just... dealing with some shit, you know?"
Tyler and Josiah nodded understandingly, their voices filled with empathy. "We got your back, man," Josiah said, his tone reassuring.
I took another drag, letting their words sink in. Yeah, we had each other's backs, no matter what. And as long as Kyra was by my side, I knew we could weather any storm that came our way.
With a sense of determination settling over me, I stubbed out the cigarette and headed back inside. Kyra was still asleep, her peaceful expression tugging at my heartstrings.
I crawled into bed beside her, wrapping my arms around her protectively. She stirred in her sleep, snuggling closer to me, and I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, vowing to never let her go.
No matter what happened, no matter how rocky the road ahead might be, one thing was for damn sure—Kyra was mine, and I was hers, and nothing in this world could ever change that.
Kyra's pov
As I woke up the next morning, the events of the previous night weighed heavily on my mind. Amri's anger, our passionate encounter, the uncertainty of our future—all of it swirled around in my head like a storm, leaving me feeling dizzy and disoriented.
But there was no time to dwell on it now. Amri had already left for practice, and I had a full day of clients ahead of me. With a heavy sigh, I reached for my phone and checked his text.
"Hey babe, sorry about last night. Can we talk when I get back? Love you."
I bit my lip, unsure of how to respond. Part of me wanted to lash out, to demand answers and explanations. But another part of me just wanted to bury my head in the sand and pretend like everything was fine.
With a shaky breath, I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand. I had clients to take care of, and they were counting on me to give them the best damn lashes of their lives.
I hopped in the shower and got ready with a sense of determination, determined to put on a brave face and tackle whatever the day threw at me. As I worked on my third client of the day, I tried to lose myself in the rhythm of my work, letting the familiar motions soothe my frayed nerves.
"So, Kyra, spill the tea," my client, Jessica, said with a teasing grin. "What's the deal with you and Amri?"
I laughed nervously, trying to brush off her question. "Oh, you know, just the usual drama," I replied, plastering on a fake smile.
But Jessica wasn't fooled. She raised an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing in curiosity. "Come on, girl, I know there's more to it than that," she pressed, her tone filled with concern.
I sighed, realizing that there was no point in trying to hide it from her. "It's just been a rough couple of days," I admitted, my voice softening. "Amri and I are going through some stuff right now."
Jessica nodded sympathetically, reaching out to squeeze my hand. "I'm sorry to hear that, Kyra," she said gently. "But just remember, you're a strong-ass woman, and you can get through anything."
Her words warmed my heart, filling me with a sense of strength and resilience. With a grateful smile, I turned back to my work, determined to give Jessica the best damn lashes of her life.
And as the day wore on and I moved from one client to the next, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring inside me. Maybe, just maybe, everything would turn out okay in the end. But for now, all I could do was focus on the present and take things one lash at a time.
amris pov
As I sat in class at UCLA, surrounded by familiar faces like Keyshawn, Chloe, Quan, and Carter, I couldn't shake the tension that simmered beneath the surface. Chloe, with her stunning looks and undeniable charm, always had a way of getting under my skin.
"Yo, Amri, you good, bro?" Keyshawn's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I forced a smile, trying to act like everything was normal.
"Yeah, I'm good, just tired," I muttered, hoping to brush off his concern.
But Chloe had other plans. She leaned in close, her hand drifting across my chest and stomach in a way that sent shivers down my spine. Fuck, I was bricked up, and I definitely didn't wear the right pants for today.
"Hey there, Amri," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "You look tense. Let me help you relax."
I swallowed hard, my heart racing as her touch sent electric sparks shooting through my veins. "Uh, thanks, Chloe," I managed to choke out, trying to ignore the way my body responded to her.
But when she rubbed her hand lower, dangerously close to where I was hard as a rock, I knew I had to get the hell out of there before things went too far.
Excusing myself to the bathroom, I breathed a sigh of relief as I stepped into the relative privacy of the stall. But my relief was short-lived as I pulled out my phone and saw Kyra's picture.
Fuck, she was so damn sexy, and seeing her like that only made me harder. I tried to focus on something else, anything else, but my mind kept drifting back to her and the things I wanted to do to her when I got home.
With a frustrated groan, I adjusted myself, trying to hide the evidence of my arousal. Then, with trembling fingers, I texted Kyra, my words filled with a hunger that burned deep within me.
"I can't wait to get home, baby. I wanna show you how much I missed you."
