Jae POV
The body spooning mine was warm and caused little butterflies to flutter in my stomach. I felt strangely content right now, like this was normal, like this was where I truly belonged. I felt safe.
I turn in his arms and just stare at him. He was so handsome in the morning, he looked innocent, which he absolutely wasn't, and so young. I feel his hands drift from my waist to my panty clad butt, proving my point that he was a nasty perve. He wasn't sleeping though and with that in mind I decide to play with him.
Slowly, I begin to drag my nails up and down his bare chest until I feel him squeeze my butt. I gasp at the sudden motion.
"Your a creep." He says in a thick voice opening his eyes.
"I'm not the one violating people." I reply continuing my light scratching.
He smiles showing his adorable dimples. "I'm not seeing you stop me."
I don't reply, instead I dig my nails in his back, actually scratching him. "Your not stopping me either."
He slaps my butt, but doesn't say anything else.
We stay like that for a while, me raking my hands up and down his back and him cupping my butt with one hand and the other wrapped around my waist. The peaceful moment is disturbed however when I hear my phone beep signaling that I have a voicemail.
I ignore the voicemail and close my eyes, allowing myself to drift back to sleep, when my phone beeps again. With a sigh I reluctantly untangle myself from Elijah and find my phone on the floor next to a pile of clothes.
When I pick up the phone I notice two things. One; it was past eleven in the morning and two; I had over twenty missed calls and messages.
"Damn, somebody been blowing you up." Elijah says looking at my phone screen before laying back down.
"I know. Can you take me home please?"
He sighs and sits back up. "Iight."
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"Imma see you later?" He asked after we've been sitting across from my house for the past five minutes.
"Maybe. I don't know." I put my head in my hands. "If my ass ain't in the bottom of a river."
He laughs, I hit his arm. "I'm serious." I say, pouting.
He pulls me in his lap and wasted no time in kissing my lips. "I'll miss you then," he says, then with a light ass slap adds, "especially this ass."
I roll my eyes at him and climb out the car with a small smile. "See you Lijah," I wave at him then walk the short distance to my house, where I'm bombarded with questions before I could even close the door.
"Where have you been!?" My mother screams.
"Do you know how worried we've been!?" Shouts my tall, broad, brown skinned father. "Who have you been with!?"
"Chill." I say walking over to the stairs only to be stopped by a hand on my wrist. I spin to see my father towering over me glaring at me or rather the big red hickey on my neck.
He narrows his eyes. "Where have you been?" His voice was calmer now and I would of took that as a sign he calmed down, if it wasn't for the vein throbbing in his forehead.
"With Ra-
"Don't you lie to me Jaelynn! We called Rose and she said you weren't there! So where were you?"
The disloyalty, I think.
I quickly think of another lie. "Kel-
"I swear to God Jaelynn, if you lie again I will slap you." My mom says while my dad blocks my escape route. "Your father and I called all your friends parents and none of them said you were there. We even called the cops. Tell the truth because lying is not helping your situation one bit."
