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The next day, Dayvon awoke to the gray, overcast sky visible through the window. He blinked several times, adjusting to the dim light, before slowly stretching his limbs and easing himself up.
He moved cautiously, careful not to disturb Trinity, who was nestled peacefully against him, her head resting on his chest and her arms wrapped around his torso just moments before. The room was quiet except for her soft breathing.
Despite his efforts though, Trinity began to stir, waking up after spending the whole night curled up next to him, her body instinctively drawn to his warmth and comfort.
"Sorry, baby. I didn't mean to wake you" He murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.
Trinity groaned softly, rubbing her eyes as she slowly sat up. "It's okay," She mumbled with a smile, her voice low. "What time is it?"
Dayvon glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "It's still early, just now turning six. I gotta get dressed for work" He said softly, leaning over to kiss her forehead. "You should take the day off, though. You needa rest after everything that happened last night"
Trinity nodded, the memories of the previous night flooding back as she wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. She had spent the entire night in Dayvon's arms, feeling safe and comforted after the heated argument with Meech. They had talked for hours, literally—with Trinity pouring her heart out while Dayvon listened, providing the support she desperately needed.
He had even stayed up to wipe off her makeup while she cried, offering silent support through every tear. And afterward, they just stared into each other's eyes, the connection between them deepening until Von eventually laid her down in bed beside him. She had wrapped her arms around his naked stomach, and he placed his hands on her ass, holding her close as she finally drifted off to sleep.
"You sure you have to go?" She then asked after a moment of silence.
"Yeah mama, I gotta handle some things at the station. But imma be checking in on you, and imma DoorDash you some food. Promise me you'll rest and take care of yo' self" Dayvon pulled out a random pair of jeans and a clean shirt.
Trinity nodded leisurely, knowing he was right. She watched as he got dressed, smiling at how handsome he looked even though he had just woken up.
His dreadlocks were framing his face while he effortlessly slid into his jeans, the fabric clinging to his legs as he pulled them up. There was a brief pause though as the material caught on the slight bulge in his boxers since his dick was naturally just big. So with a quick adjustment, he continued pulling them up until the pants settled snugly over his hips.
Next, he put on his shirt, its fabric hugging his broad shoulders and showcasing the muscles in his arms. It was a scene straight out of a romantic movie, slow and captivating, and Trinity couldn't tear her gaze away. Not even bothering to hide her admiration for him.
