"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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Naomi's POV
i'm so happy donald brought groceries so i could cook something for all of us. all of that fast food was starting to get on donald's nerves a bit.
i hear someone walking into the kitchen, i turn around to see donald. he was wearing a plain old t-shirt and some floral shorts but i could still see his very defined body outlining the shirt.
"food almost done, babygirl?" he says, coming over to me.
"yeah, almost ready." i say. i was cooking spaghetti since donald never bought everything that would last us a whole week. he was very conservative of his money.
i turned back around to finish the spaghetti as i felt arms snake around my waist. i close my eyes, trying to contain myself.
"can't wait for tonight." donald whispers in my ear, causing me to grin.
"oh, donald." i say, laughing. he pulls away from me, chuckling.
"it's like we don't spend enough time alone together." he says, resting his head on my shoulder.
"i know, and then you have your album to work on. so i probably won't get to see you that much." i mumble, all i could hear was a sigh from him.
"i'll still make time for you."
"promise?"
"i promise."
"even when you get famous and go on tours and girls are screaming your name everywhere?" i say, smiling and looking down.
he chuckles, "i promise, no matter if i get famous or not."
"okay." i say, laughing as i feel his finger lift my chin up and kiss my lips.
i swear, kissing him felt like a million firecrackers going off in my stomach.
"i love you." he mumbles against my lips, as we still kiss.
i push him away, watching him scrunch his eyebrows at me.
"let me finish cooking." i say, laughing at how frustrated i made him.
"you didn't say it back." i heard him mumble again.
"i love you too." i say, kissing his cheek.
"we'll see about that tonight." he says, chuckling and walking out of the kitchen.
i swear, donald was such a freak. but in the good way though.
i shake my head, smiling to myself and just fantasizing about what might happen tonight.
