What time for you?✨🏕️
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The whole house smelled like heaven... he's cooking up baked beans, eggs, bacon, and hash browns.
Mhmhmmmmm.
Get you a man that can cook!
I'm on the other side, blending up a homemade frappe.
"How was it?" I looked over at him. No context. Still... this man seemed like he got it clearly.
"Feel like the bwoy dida' use him finger pan yuh," he chuckled, voice so conceited. "Oldest rookie mi eva' see ina' history."
I slapped my hand to my lips, laughing. Cheeks warmer than the pot on the stove.
"Yuh rudeeeee!"
He smiled.
After a while, I wasn't looking, he glanced over at me making the frappe. Then as he turned back to the stove, between blending, I watched him too.
I didn't wanna hurt my sister's feelings... but the camp was no longer needed.
With us like this...
My birthday was complete.
"Happy birthday again... sorry yuh affi wait 9 months fi get yuh gift," I pout playfully.
"September youth mi a get," he blushed, now walking up to me. My ass pressed against him.
The accent still sounds yankie ish.
I love him anyways...
I drizzled cinnamon over the iced latte, my hands shaking, nervously under his stare. Omgg.
"Calm down Wifey.." he whispered in my ear.
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I shuddered and smiled.
Once it's done, I take a sip, and allowed him to sip his. He sipped from my cup instead. I playfully glared at him.
"Stoppp," I whined.
"How much money yuh pay fi the rent?" his question caught me off guard. "Mi a wire it back to yuh account."
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AMNIJA
Romance"Comm check... Testing, one... two... Kwes Boaz speaking. ...you a hear me? Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me. Amnija happened righ...
