What happens when a suicidal twenty-two year old meets someone who pushes her to be more than her grief. In return she teaches him how to be patient and a better person overall.
"Talk to me"
"There's nothing to say, I'm fine"
Zed stared at her bla...
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In the sweltering heat of a summer afternoon, the air was thick with unspoken words and simmering tension.
Kiya leaned against the door of Zed's car, casting furtive glances at the modest suburban house that loomed before them. The sun cast long shadows, and the rhythmic chirping of crickets filled the air, yet all Kiya could feel was the electric pulse of her heart, echoing the unyielding desire that simmered beneath her skin.
"Zed" she sighed, her voice a mixture of exasperation and longing, "we're outside my parents' house. You should've said something this morning."
He shrugged, a playful grin creeping across his face. "You wasn't in a good mood like you is right now. C'mon, Phat, I ain't finna beg you." His tone was lighthearted, but there was an urgency in his gaze that belied his casual demeanor.
Kiya rolled her eyes, the corners of her mouth twitching upward despite herself. "You're literally begging right now." She swatted his hands away from her skirt, shaking her head in disbelief. "keep still."
"That's how you gon do me?" he teased, a mock pout forming on his lips.
"Yes" she replied, a playful glint in her eye.
"Let me eat yo ass, stop playing" he said, gripping her thighs, his breath warm against her skin as he leaned in, teasingly running his tongue over her ear. "You know you like it."
"Hush I don't want to hear that. You can wait a little longer." Her resolve was strong, yet the heat radiating between them was undeniable. Zed peppered kisses over her shoulder, nibbled at her ear, and finally captured her lips in a soft yet passionate kiss.
"I love you" he murmured against her mouth.
"I love you more. Are you ready to go inside now?" Kiya asked, her voice a mixture of affection and playful challenge.
"I can smoke real quick?" he suggested, the thought of a brief escape luring him in.
"No, the smell is gonna get on your clothes" she countered, her tone firm.
Without thinking, Zed pulled her onto his lap and backed out of the driveway, driving to the end of the road and parking at a dead end.
"What are you doing?" Kiya asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
Removing his shirt and tossing it into the backseat, Zed grinned mischievously. "You got two options, Phat; put that ass in my face or—."
"You are so impatient. Oh my gosh. Never in all my years of life has anybody ever begged to eat my butt" she exclaimed, a mix of disbelief and amusement dancing in her eyes. Removing her underwear, she leaned the passenger chair back as far as it would go, turning to present herself to him.
"Shut that shit up, you be the main one screaming bout loving it" he shot back, caressing her thighs with a grin that spoke volumes of his intentions. Lowering himself to eye level, he felt a rush of exhilaration. "I can take a picture, Phat?"
