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Onika Maraj Beyoncé's Home
December 13
I woke up feeling warm, her body still pressed against mine. I could feel her breath on my neck, soft and steady, and it made me smile to know she was still here. Last night... God, last night was something else.
The way she looked at me, touched me... it was more than just sex, it was love, real love. I've never felt like that before. Every time our eyes met, it was like she was seeing right into me.
It wasn't just her hands on my body, it was how she made me feel. Safe. Wanted.
I shifted slightly, careful not to wake her. I watched her sleep, my fingers tracing her lips gently, wanting to memorize every part of her.
She made me feel like I could stay here, wrapped in her arms forever, and I would.
Just as I started to drift off again, her phone rang, breaking the quiet. She groaned, her body stirring under me, reaching for her phone without even opening her eyes
. I didn't move, just held her closer, hoping maybe we could ignore whatever was pulling her away from me.
Not now, not when I wanted this moment to last a little longer.
Beyoncé groaned softly as her phone buzzed in her hand, the screen lighting up with Kelly's name. She shifted beneath me, lifting the phone to her ear, her voice still thick with sleep.
"Hello?" she mumbled.
Beyoncé rubbed her eyes, glancing down at me still curled around her. She sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips before she spoke again.
"Yeah, I know, I know. I'm getting up now."
Beyoncé put her phone down, glancing over at me. "I gotta get up, mama," she said, her voice soft but serious.
I groaned, pulling her closer.
"Why though?" I mumbled, not wanting to let her go.
She smiled, running her fingers through my hair. "I gotta go out of town."
I loosened my grip a bit, letting her sit up.
"Where?" I asked, still half-asleep.
She stretched and stood up, glancing back at me. "To talk to Trevante's mom."
I raised an eyebrow. "Wait, he always told me she was dead?"
She had a concerned look as she headed toward the bathroom. "She's alive, but I'll keep that in mind."
I followed her into the bathroom, leaning against the sink as she went over to the toilet to pee.
