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𓍯 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 .
NOVEMBER TWENTY FIRST 7:30 P.M. ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ-
TWO MONTHS LATER,
His bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting a warm, intimate light around the room. In that moment, the outside world ceased to exist. No cartel, no club, no phones, no associates, no friends, no siblings. It was just them, enveloped in the soothing melody of "living room flow" by Jhené Aiko, a song from Jasiah's Apple Music playlist curated specifically for this moment. Normally, he preferred hard rap, but his versatile taste in music made him appreciate the songs Iris loved.
Jasiah laid on his back, his head resting on one of his comforting white pillows, while Iris straddled on top of him. He wore only a pair of Nike shorts, and she was dressed in a lace black bra and panties set from Savage X Fenty. They passed a blunt back and forth, smoking until their eyes were red and hooded, their minds fading out and numb everything else except each other. The smoky tendrils curled lazily into the air above them, and Jasiah's hand rested on her waist, his thumb gently caressing her skin.
Minutes turned into intentional hours as the candles burned lower, casting long shadows that danced across his white walls. Their laughter filled the room, a soft sound that harmonized with the crackling of the candle wicks. They shared stories, aspirations, and secrets, each revelation drawing them closer together.
Two months had flown by so quickly, and the couple was still in their prime butterfly phase, constantly smiling ear to ear with each other. The comments from others about their relationship had diminished to a minimum, as everyone around them accepted that they were together now, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
"You really think I'm the prettiest woman you've ever seen?" Iris's voice was barely above a whisper, yet the calm stillness around them made her words crystal clear.
Jasiah took a drag from the blunt she had just handed back to him. "I do," he affirmed, exhaling smoke smoothly. "You don't gotta try too hard, it just radiates from yo' pretty spirit. From the inside out. I love that" His voice was soft, mirroring her gentle tone.
She smiled, her gaze dropping onto his bare chest as her long stiletto acrylic nail traced his tattoos. "You just gassing me up Siah" She murmured. Her lash extensions made her eyes look even more hooded in the dim light, but the flickering candle on the windowsill casted just enough of a warm glow for him to see her clearly.
"Nu uh" Jasiah smiled back at her. "You pretty as fuck. Err'thang. All yo' features harmonize perfectly. You so perfect— I would hate you too if I was a woman and I ain't come close to you" He chuckled lightly, handing the blunt back to her. "Cause that's all these bitches be mad at forreal"
