[Prospering || Book 3]

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»"we use to lay up and then stay up..."

It was about 12am, and all was peaceful and quiet. The girls had begged Bryson to stay instead of going to his hotel but now they were fast asleep.

Paris hadn't even thought about going to sleep. She was thinking too much to do so. Her heart was heavy and not a star seemed to align. She told herself she would check on the girls, getting out of bed and walking down the hallway quietly.

She softly pushed Bryson's door open and saw the girls sleeping peacefully in his bed. But, they were the only ones there. She noticed that a breeze was coming from the balcony. She walked completely into the room and over to the balcony.

"Bryson!" She loudly whispered, not wanting to wake the girls. She shuffling until Bryson's face appeared in her view.

"You coming up?" He asked quietly.

"Am I still allowed to?" A small smile appeared on his face and he held his hand out for her to grab.

They sat on the roof silently, about five feet away from each other. Bryson took in all of Paris' beautiful features. Her brown curly hair, her smooth skin, her full lips, and her dark brown eyes as they stared off into the night.

"The girls' birthday is coming up. You'll still be on tour, but maybe we can go to wherever you're at." She spoke finally."

"They'll like that..." He nodded.

The world was silent again and all Paris could think about was Bryson. He had his hat pulled low, shading his eyes like always, he'd let facial hair grow around his face but it was trimmed nicely. He was biting down on his bottom lip and sat with his arms resting on his knees.

"Bryson..." She said softly. He looked over to her and waited for her to say something, "Do you know when I fell in love with you?"

He shook his head, "Nah."

"We were sitting up here and you told me that I was the only person that you felt secure around and that meant a lot to me. My mom was gone and John isn't the most compassionate person. You made me feel like I had a purpose, to protect you, to make you feel safe and I guess, when you're gone all the time, I feel neglected because I have no purpose anymore..."

A tear ran down Paris' face and Bryson reached over and wiped it. He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him.

"I still need you, Paris. I can't do any of this without you. I don't want to do this with anybody in this world but you."

"But we hurt each other so bad..." She said with a sigh.

"I'm willing to forgive you if you're willing to forgive me and..."

"I broke it off with him, because I love you too much, Bryson, and I can't imagine there being a day where you're with another woman and I have to be alright with it because you're not mine anymore." She said, scanning his lips.

"The feeling is so mutual, Paris Tiller. If you ever tell me you have a boyfriend again, I might have to kill you." He said with a straight face.

"And if I ever see a video of you and some random hoe again, I will kill the both of you." Paris replied.

"I'm really sorry about that, Paris. I let DJ get into my head." Bryson admitted.

"I've never liked him and I told you that he was no good, but I digress." She sighed.

Bryson laughed, "So, are we good? Because I miss you."

Paris leaned in and connected her lips with Bryson's. He placed his hand under her chin and moved in sync with her.

"I want to make love to you." He whispered as the broke the kiss.

"The girls are in your bed. Besides, we're in your aunt's house." Paris told him, pecking his lips again.

"You can get it right up here. That's technically on top of her house." He shrugged. Paris playfully pushed him.

"I love you, Bryson."

"I love you too, Paris."

Bryson rested his head on her lap and they looked at the stars and talked for a long while, just like old times.