Making It In America (Sequel to Mindless At First Love)

I Need To Tell You Something..

Devon: *chuckles, gets on top of her as Tamara places her hands on his shoulders* don’t care what Johan says, your mine shawty! 

Tamara: *laughs* am I now?

Devon: yh me and you are a couple now, remember? We got a date in 2 days. *bits his lip, looking at her up and down*

Tamara: oh shit. *touches her forehead* I forgot!

Devon: no worries baby, you’re here now. *smirks*

Tamara: I’ll make it up to you *wraps her arms around his neck*

Devon: you can do that too *biting his lip*

Tamara: *giggles* easy there devon. 

Devon: *takes a breath* you are going to drive me mad with that sexy British accent of yours, it’s a massuve turn on

Tamara: *giggles*

*they both lay there with devon on top of tamara just talking and staring at each other*

Devon: hey you hungry? 

Tamara: I was actually going to bring that up.. But I was too shy.. *bits her lip and looks down*

Devon: *pulls her up by her chin* don’t ever be shy around me babygirl. What’s mine is yours. *smiles at her*

Tamara: *smiles back* ok 

Devon: come on, let me get you something to eat. *gets off her and stands up before picking her up bridal style*

Tamara: umm devon? *wrapping her arms around his neck*

Devon: yeah baby? *looks at her, as he takes her to the kitchen*

Tamara: I havent injured my legs, I can talk you know. *looks at him*

Devon: I know I just wanted to carry you *puts her down on a chair in the kitchen*

Tamara: *laughs* oh ok

Devon: soo what you wanna eat? *sitting on the chair across from her*

Tamara: I’m not sure, I don’t mind I’m not that fussy. *smiles*

Devon: I’m gonna make you breakfast. *smirks before standing*

Tamra: but its past lunch time, no where near breakfast.

Devon: well I can tell it may have been a while since you had a breakfast meal and we can call it brunch. *smiles before getting the frying pan out*

*Devon made them both Beans, egg, fried dumplin, plantain, they were just finishing their food when devon spoke..*

Tamara: haha haven’t had a Jamaican breakfast in a while thanks devon. *smiles at him before finishing off her food*

Devon: your well shawty…tamara I have a question to ask you?

Tamara: yeah sure *smiles, using the tissue to wipe her mouth and hands*

Devon: I think you should let vicky know where you are. *looking at her*

Tamara: *puts the napkin down and stares at her feet* 

Devon: look shawty I don’t mean to upset you, I want the best for you babygirl even f we don’t let Claire know at least tell vicky I mean your always sayin she’s your best mate. Imagine how lost she s without her best mate? 

Tamara: *a tear strolls down her face and sniffs*

Devon: oh shit no baby I ddnt mean to make you cry, shit! *goes over to her, picks her up sits on the chair and pulls her into his lap* baby don’t cry. 

Tamara: *sniffs* I do this sort of thing a lot, I can’t control my mood.. 

Devon: what do you mean? *looking at her as he removes the hairs from her face and wipes her tears*

Tamara: devon if you really want to go out with me and.. Be my boyfriend there is something you need to know about me. Something serious … also leading to the reason I was ..c…cutting…

Devon: umm… ok baby , what’s so important? *looking at her who is looking down*

Tamara: *gets off his lap and stands before taking his hand and leading him into his bedroom*

:O what will she tell him?

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