With You

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We've had such a great time
In these past few months
Never laughed so much in my life
It's been all about us
Since that time we had that intimate talk
Suddenly you're acting strange, plus
Your conversation just up and changed
Is it because you're afraid that what you're feeling for me
Is the beginning of a new heartbreak
Here me when I say
You ain't gotta give me your love (oh, no)
You ain't gotta say I'm your one (you ain't gotta, no, no)
You ain't gotta tell me where you be (oh, no)
'Cause you ain't obligated to me
I'm not sayin' that you should just
Rush and give me your heart
I'm just askin' that you like me real hard
Just like me real hard
...
You ain't ready to fall in love
And I ain't ready to care so much
We ain't ready for commitment right now
But together we can work something out
And we'll know when the time is right
Because we'll feel it in our hearts
It will be written in the stars
But for now, just like me real hard
: Like Me Real Hard by Mario
~Two Months Later~
~Jah~
"So you painted all of these?" Kyan asked. I nodded. I got so used to leaving Kyan at my house, that it really didn't even bother me when she just appeared out of nowhere. She said she wanted to explore the attic, so I left her to it while I went over my books, something I do at home a lot now. Then she called me upstairs for some odd reasons and it was only for me to realize that she discovered my paintings. So I was in therapy from age 12-15 and they suggested everything under the damn sun from painting to writing to books that I should read and movies I should watch. So I started painting and sometimes when life gets too hectic, I paint. I haven't did much, but work lately though.

"These are beautiful. You should paint me one day," she turned to me. I stared at her for a moment, then reluctantly agreed. "How about today?" She asked.

"How about no?" I replied.

"Why not?" She asked.

"I only paint when there is a lot going on in my life. If I picked up a paintbrush right now, nothing even close to these would be produced. So you'll just have to wait until I'm in a painting mood," I explained.

            "Next time we have sex, you should whisper sweet nothings into my ear in Italian,"she suggested.

               "Your suggestions are getting weirder and weirder Kyan," I shook my head. She shrugged sitting on the couch, then patted the space beside her. She laid down in my lap.

"Can you scratch my head for me?" She asked rubbing her hand across the stubble on my chin. I've literally never had facial hair, but all of a sudden, there's stubble. I'm just going to shave this right off.

"No how about washing your hair baby?" I replied. She sighed.

              "What good is it having a man if he won't even scratch your hair for you?" I pinched her nostrils and she slapped at my hands.

               "You're so mean," she mugged me. I kissed her lips.

                "But you here with my mean ass," I replied. She chuckled.

              "I like being here with you. You're one of the best things in my life right now," she told me.

            "You are the best thing in my life right now," I admitted. She smiled.

             "Jeremiah what exactly are we doing?" She asked me. I did not have an answer. I just knew I wanted her here with me. I didn't wanna hit her with that "I told you I don't do relationships" because I think she got me so far gone that I am willing to do anything for her. But something was still nagging me. I still hadn't completely join the mafia and it all boils down to her safety. I would never forgive myself if something happened to this girl.