"What's understood..don't gotta be explained. You know as well as I do, that you belong with me. Ain't no two ways about it." His eyes never left mine as he spoke, they only seemed to bore deeper into them.
I was fidgeting in my seat, wishing desper...
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"is this it..is this love?"
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Fast-forward a year and six months, and I can confidently say my life so far has been nothing short of fuckin' great. Who would've thought that me—broken in more ways than I can count, barely escaping the hot mess that was my relationship with my crazy-ass ex back in Brooklyn—would be here? I was on the verge of giving up on love, life, all of it. And now? Now I'm living my wildest dreams in L.A. with my best friend, meeting my favorite rapper at a random party, and damn near making out with him in his studio that same night.
What started as something full of heat and lust... turned into something else.
I didn't plan for any of this. Hell, I wasn't even looking for it. After him, I'd sworn off any type of connection, especially with men. Love wasn't for me, at least not after what I went through. But meeting Michael—it flipped shit upside down, in a way I didn't expect.
A simple night out turned into me getting pulled into his world. And I wasn't talking about the flashy parties or the celebrity life. Nah, it was deeper than that. Something about him made me want to stick around, despite my usual defenses. The way he looked at me, like he saw something beyond the surface... that was rare.
I remember that night in the studio like it was yesterday. My mind kept trying to convince me it was just lust. Nothing more. But my heart? My heart knew better.
Here we were, months later, and I still couldn't shake this feeling. Something real was happening between us, something I hadn't felt in a long-ass time—maybe ever. Every time I tried to make sense of it, I'd stop myself. What was the point in overthinking it?
I was lounging on my bed, my phone buzzing with notifications from Instagram as I scrolled through mindlessly. My thoughts kept drifting back to Michael, though.
My phone buzzed again, pulling me out of my thoughts.
A text from Michael.
Papa ❤️❤️
Babygirllll , what chu up to my luv?
I smiled, and replied.
Papaaaa lol. Nothin' jus layin' around on IG. You?"
Papa ❤️❤️
Just laid down a new track. You tryna link up later?
My heart did that little flip it always did whenever he hit me up. It wasn't like we hadn't seen each other recently, but every time we talked, it felt like we were getting closer. Even when we tried to act like we were just playing it cool, there was something deeper pulling us together.
