"tell me, what are you afraid of?" i asked naomi, whispering into her ear.
she hesitated a moment, "i don't really know, that's what scares me."
"not really knowing what you're afraid of, scares you?" i said.
she sighs softly. "yeah."
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( a/n : spent about 5 hours crying over this photo because whAT THE FUCK HE'S SO GORGEOUS )
Naomi's POV
i walk up the door, as donald follows after me. the pizzas are finally here. he pays for it as i take the pizzas from the pizza boy's hand. "thank you." we both say, as donald wraps his hand around my waist. i loved how protective he was with me. i look up at him, as he gives me that adorable smile i fell in love with. we both walk back to the kitchen, setting the pizza on the counter. chance and marcus immediately walk over and grab them a few slices. they acted like hungry savages.
"i'll get us three some, you can sit down babygirl." donald says, pulling me close with his hand on my waist and kissing my cheek. i smile to myself as i walk over to sit next to namiko. she immediately sits down on my lap, as i lean down kissing her cheek.
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donald comes back over with a plate of pizza, as he sits down to me and namiko.
"pizza!" namiko exclaims, grabbing a slice and taking a bite.
"thank you donald!" she says, smiling.
"oh, you're welcome princess." donald says, giving her a smile.
i smile at both of them, as donald starts to raise the slice of pizza to my mouth. i instinctly take a bite, as it inches closer to my mouth.
"donald!" i say, laughing as i finish chewing.
"you're welcome." he says, smirking as he finishes the slice.
i reach over to the plate in his lap, grabbing another slice and taking a bite. the pizza was gone in about 2 minutes. i guess we were all pretty hungry.
i wipe my mouth with a napkin as i watch donald try to fit another slice of pizza into his mouth. it was his 4th slice, this man could really eat.
i watch him lick his lips, as he finishes the last bite. i smile as i stare at his lips, and then at him.
"your lips are all greasy." i tell him, laughing and handing him a napkin.
"oh really?" he says, looking down at the napkin and taking it.
he grabs my cheeks with his hand and presses his greasy lips against mine. i laugh into the kiss, trying to pull away from his lips.
"you're so weird!" i say, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.
he chuckles, wiping his lips with the napkin.
"i bet you're pretty satisfied with yourself." i say, laughing and feeling his tummy. he immediately puts his hand over mine.
"ooh baby, don't do that." he whispers lowly, keeping in mind that namiko was in front of us watching tv.
"why not?" i ask, rubbing his abs. i could literally feel them through his shirt. his body was so well defined, you could see it through any shirt.
