ᴀᴜʙʀᴇʏ 'ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇ' ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ
The next morning, I woke up with a groan, stretching my arms as I tried to shake off the sleep.
My phone slid off my chest, and I felt the heat of it against my skin. Glancing down, I realized I was still on the call with Onika, who was sound asleep on the other end.
Her face was peaceful, and a slight smile tugged at the corners of my mouth just watching her rest.
I checked the time 5 a.m., right on schedule for my morning workout.
My body had its own routine.
I stretched again, this time sitting up fully in bed staring at nothing in particular.
It had become a habit of mine, this early morning ritual of staring at nothing, lost in thought before I moved.
I looked back at my phone, debating whether to hang up or let her sleep a little longer with me. But instead, I just left it as it was, letting her presence stay with me for a few more minutes.
Scratching at my chest as I got up, stretching out once again, the lingering drowsiness before heading over to my walk-in closet.
I grabbed a set of workout clothes, laying them out in the bathroom so I'd have them ready after my shower. As I came back to my dresser, I glanced down at my phone and saw Onika still peacefully asleep on the screen.
A sigh slipped from me as I leaned my head back, closing my eyes for a second. I could feel it, these feelings creeping in fast, and it almost made me feel weird as fuck.
Am I really catching feelings right now?
Catching feelings wasn't something I did lightly. I wasn't one to get wrapped up easily—usually, I kept things on my terms, never giving more than I was willing to lose.
That's just how I always been.
I'd always prided myself on being ruthless when it came to women though, never letting emotions get the better of me.
But with her things felt different.
There was this part of me that wanted to move forward, to make things real between us. But at the same time, I couldn't ignore what she'd been through recently. The hurt and betrayal she was still trying to overcome.
Moving too fast would be selfish in my opinion and plus, is she even ready to get into something serious?
And honestly? I didn't want to hurt her. Not her.
I feel like I would fuck up and cheat on her or some shit. I could never really go far in a relationship.
I mean after all that shit she's been through.
Aready see the changes happening in me, things I never thought I'd be willing to do for someone.
Being patient, holding back, wanting to protect her instead of protecting myself. For once, I wanted to be a better man for someone.
I thought back to our conversation last night, replaying the way it had flowed so naturally between us.
We talked about everything little things, big things, and then, somehow, we slipped into deeper territory. The kind of stuff I didn't usually talk about, not with just anyone.
And that struck me.
Usually, women don't care to get into deep conversations or ask about things that actually matter to me you know?
They just want me to fuck them and say they had a piece of Drake.
Or small talk, surface-level stuff—that's all I'd ever really gotten. But she? She wanted to know me, the real me, past all the walls and the persona I usually kept up.
