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𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 "Stop staring Dymond." I blushed, looking down. "You're making me nervous."
You'd think I was the younger one by the way he had me acting. Here I was just a few months away from turning 30 acting like a teenager. Dymond was a few years younger but he acted older most times. He still had a lot of growing up to do but he was aware of that and he was working on it from behind bars and that was all that mattered to me. I saw potential in him. Something I didn't see at first because I was so blinded by how he'd hurt my grandmother.
"You're my girl. I can't stare now?" He asked and I looked up. I leaned over the table and clasped my hands together. I stared him down.
"Since you put it that way. Look all you want." I told him, watching as a smile crept on his face before he licked his lips.
"You so fucking fine." He leaned over the table, cupping my face in his hand as he just stared.
I was sure he was gonna kiss me, but he didn't. I didn't force him or try to make the first move. I wanted him to do whatever he was comfortable with. I mean I wanted to kiss him. I'd wanted to for a while but I was going at his pace because this was something new for him. To be honest I was just happy we'd finally gotten together. I couldn't believe I'd visited him again when I'd just seen him yesterday. What could I say? I was smitten.
"Soooo this is why you wanted me to come back here? To look at me?" I propped one hand underneath my face. He took my free hand in his and rubbed the back of it soothingly with his thumb. Was he really doing this publicly? I mean I knew we'd never have privacy, especially when he was in a place like this, but it was shocking that he was being slightly affectionate in front of a room full of other men. I was starting to worry more than he was. Maybe it was because I knew that I was taking a risk by coming here on a day Kyaire usually got visits by his mother. She'd visited him yesterday though. Would she really come again when she'd popped up on Saturday instead of the usual day— Sunday?
"Dymond you don't have to do this." I tried to slip my hand out of his but he squeezed gently and pulled it back.
"I'm never getting out shorty. You're with me now. I gotta cherish the moment whenever I can, right?"
"I wish you'd stop saying that." I sighed, trying not to think about him not ever getting out.
"You regret it?" He asked as he started rubbing my hand again while staring into my eyes. The more I stared into his I realized they held a sort of innocence in them. Something I'd never noticed before.
"No, but I just don't wanna keep being reminded that you're never leaving here." I sighed.
"So, what? You want us to live in a lil fairytale land and pretend that i'ma get out one day? I don't want you stopping your life for me. How long you gon' stick around before you feel like you're tired of waiting on some shit that'll never happen?" He questioned. They were valid questions but did we have to talk about that now?
