There's Nothing Left For Me

Fifteen

Draya POV

"Fuck! Quinceee." I whined as I came all over his tongue. He cleaned up his mess before kissing his way up to my neck.

"Good morning ma. Happy Valentine's Day." I laid in my bed trying to catch my breath.

"Happy Valentine's Day." I mumbled rolling over.

"Hell no. Get up." He chuckled.

"I'm tired." My complaint failed since he had pulled me out of bed.

I had found a beautiful apartment for Drew and I the day after Christmas. I was in here by New Years Eve, bringing the New Year in with my own place. I still haven't gotten my apology out of Quince's mother, Flora, although Quince damn near snapped on her the next morning at breakfast. However, I am blessed to have an amazing son, boyfriend, and best friend. Best friend meaning Jessica.

I told Orlando about the move New Year's Day and to say he was upset is an understatement. He literally walked out on me as I was talking. I haven't really talked to him since we made up before Christmas. So that was one reason why he didn't notice me packing, another was of course because of Monia.

"What are you going to do with that?" I pointed down to his area.

"Take a hot shower." I raised my left eyebrow.

"That's it?" He nodded before kissing my forehead.

"I'm tryna save my stamina for later on tonight." He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Shut up." I laughed at him.

"Damn ma you so fucking fine." I blushed going to my bathroom.

"Thank you." He stopped me from walking.

"Fuck, you beautiful man." I playfully rolled eyes and pushed him off of me. I went into the bathroom and closed the door.

"Can I shower with you sexy?" He yelled.

"No. Get a life" I laughed.

*

"Draya hold your head up a little more for the final pic." I listened to the photographer and did as I was told. "Perfect. Just like that." She smiled, going back behind the camera.

"Maddie, you never thought about modeling?" I asked the photographer.

"Nah. I'm good behind the camera." I sighed.

"Well you're very beautiful. I believe you belong somewhere in front of the camera." She gave me a faint smile.

"I'm too big. No thanks." I rolled my eyes at her.

"Mad, you are a beautiful black women. You have curves, you're not big." I sighed. "Don't let anyone especially these unappreciative niggas tell you or let you feel any less than beautiful and confident." I gave her a small pat on her shoulder before walking away. 

*

"Okay okay. Can I open my eyes now?" I was excited but was growing impatient due to this surprise Quince had for me.

"Just a few more steps."

"I swear Quince if it's just a box like earlier, Ima hurt you." We stopped walking so I figured we were in his dining room. Believe or not, I know his house very well.

"Aight. Take the bandana off." Quince decided it get a $1 bandana from Walmart at the last minute cause he didn't want me opening my eyes nor did he want to pay $4.97 for a blindfold.

I looked around the room and just walked out.

"Draya." He sighed, coming after me.

"What made you think this was a good idea?" I yelled at him.