Harmony is a spirited young woman navigating the vibrant yet gritty world of a strip club, where she dances to support her dreams amidst the shadows of her past. Following the mysterious disappearance of the original owner, the club is abruptly take...
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Harmony Briseis Osabutey One Month Later | 05/21/21
The chime of Harmony's alarm nudged her from a deep sleep in the comfortability of the king sized bed that had quickly become her comfort within the month. She groggily stirred beneath the covers, lifting the heaviness of the sleep. Rubbing her eyes, she blinked when she finally managed to climb out of the bed and shuffle towards the bathroom.
She stood in the bathroom, her body slightly still heavy with sleep as she yawned while using the toilet, and afterward, she brushed her teeth and washed her face. She stepped into the bedroom, her smile widening when she caught sight of Torah entering, looking slightly weary yet charming after a long shift at the club.
"Good morning, I guess." She softly chuckled, climbing in the bed and snuggling underneath the covers after bringing them to her chin.
"Good morning, Lil Foenem." He replied, returning the smile as he sat on the edge of the bed, removing his shoes. "You feeling better yet, Moni? You runnin' outta' days to call in sick."
"I'm fine, Von. I'm just tired and a little under the weather, but I'll be back at work next weekend for sure." She reassured, her hand shielding her mouth when she yawned.
"You sure? You been clingy as hell lately. I ain't mad at it, but that's usual fa you." He lowly chuckled, neatly placing his shoes in the closet before he walked in the bathroom to turn on the shower.
"Wait? I have? What's clingy? Like, can you please elaborate on what you just said?" She tiredly sighed, resting her head on the pillow.
Torah stepped out of the bathroom while pulling the shirt and undershirt over his head. "You only stayed at my crib afta' we fucked one time, and I only stayed at yours once. Now, you wanna stay and want me to stay every time." He grinned when she rolled her eyes.
"So? Maybe I like your company and body warmth when I'm sleeping. There's nothing wrong with that, right?" Harmony innocently asked as she returned the grin.
"Nah, it ain't. Don't lemme find out you catchin' feelings, girl." He joked, planting a soft kiss on her cheek before he stepped in the bathroom to shower.
Since her birthday, Harmony found herself increasingly attached to Torah, a connection she initially resisted. She'd felt a little discomfort whenever thoughts of him crossed her mind, but as days turned into weeks, the unease transformed into a familiarity. Surprisingly, Torah seemed to sense her unspoken feelings, reciprocating with kindness that reassured her. His acceptance of her attachment resonated with his own attachment.
She found it peculiar that her ability to sleep was intricately tied to his presence, and without him nearby, the comfort she needed was damn near impossible. It wasn't just his physical touch that she sought, but it was also his scent that she needed.
TEN MINUTES LATER, Torah stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, and he walked towards the dresser to grab a pair of boxer briefs.
