grown {n.m}

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Devonne Walker: 6:45 am ☁️

I wake up in a shitty IKEA bed next to the man of my dreams.

Nate's hair is in a state of distress, with his chestnut curls tossed into an endearing bed head. His muscular body is covered from the waist down with our soft white duvet, which contrasts starkly with his tattooed torso.

Somehow he still manages to look perfect.

"Hey, kid, wake up." I kiss his nose gently, and  feel him stir from his angelic slumber.

"Morning, mamacita." He croaks with a smile that accentuates his adorable dimples.

"I have class and you have studio time. Let's get ready." I yawn as he sits up and wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"My Babygirl. Why do you always look so beautiful?"

"Nate, stop." I groan playfully as his large hands drift down my body suggestively, daring to flicker over my breasts.

"I just wanted to touch my girl. How are you feeling?"

"I'm great, and I'm gonna be late to class if you keep this up."

"Right, sorry." He chuckles and kisses my neck as he lets me go, and I get off the bed.

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15 minutes later I'm dressed in jean shorts and a black v-neck with toms. Being a junior in college allows me to attend 12pm classes, an opportunity I don't take. I start my school day at 7:30 with a social psychology class at UCLA, my dream school I worked my ass off for.

Nate wasn't part of the plan, he kind of just happened. Freshman year at a party I was dragged to by my friends, one thing led to another, and now here I am, living in a tiny LA apartment with the boy who was smoking weed on the night we first met. They say opposites attract, he was a total badass while I was that one kid who reminded the teacher of homework that was forgotten about. We've made our mark on each other no doubt, he's more focused and I'm less uptight, but we're still our original characters we fell in love with.

"Dee, coffee." I hear Nate call from the kitchen, and I walk out of the bathroom to see him shirtless, wearing a pair of grey joggers that make his ass look amazing. He hands me a mug, and I grab it from him.

How cute is this kid? He smiles at me and his adorable dimples add to his straight, white smile. He takes a sip of his coffee, then leans against the countertop to admire me.