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DAYVON SIGHED deeply, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him as he sat on his bed. His phone lay in his hand, the screen illuminating his face in the dimly lit room. The message from Kya, received a day ago, stared back at him. He knew Aaliyah had his phone now she had taken it, likely to address the situation herself. wondering what Aaliyah might have said to Kya.
Aaliyah, sensing his distraction, approached him. She wore a loose robe, its fabric cascading gently around her slender frame. With a graceful movement, she settled onto his lap, her warmth seeping into his tense muscles.
"Don't stress about her," she murmured. "She's probably not stressing about you."
Von nodded absently, his gaze still fixed on the screen. He felt Aaliyah reach for the phone, and he let it slip from his fingers, watching as it landed softly on the comforter beside them.
"She's not worth your time," Aaliyah continued, her fingers trailing lightly over his cheek. "You're here with me now."
"Yeah," Von replied softly, his hand moving to rub his tired eyes. "I'm not trying to think about her right now."
Aaliyah's touch was gentle as she leaned in closer, her breath mingling with his. "I know the best way to keep you distracted," she whispered, her lips hovering just inches from his.
Von's heart fluttered in his chest as he felt her warmth radiating against him. With a silent understanding, he closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a tender embrace.
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Kya opened her eyes as a yawn escaped her lips. She stretched slightly, feeling the warmth of the bed around her. As she tried to sit up, a tattooed hand pulled her back gently, wrapping around her waist. She smiled, remembering that she had fallen asleep in Treavon's room last night.
She settled back down, turning over to face him. Treavon lay beside her, his face relaxed in sleep, his black dreads scattered across the pillow. She couldn't help but admire him—his strong jawline, the peaceful look on his face, and how his tattoos stood out against his light skin. He looked incredibly handsome in this quiet moment.
