Detroit. •b.t.• (Completed)

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Sage

I sat quietly as Bryson watched tv.

We were the only ones home, and we would be all day.

"You ain't saying nothing, boo. Are you good?" He questioned and cut off the television, giving me his full attention.

"I'm fine, I didn't want to bother or disturb you though"

"You don't bother me"

"You're amazing. Thank you"

"You ain't gotta thank me. I love you"

"I love you too. I swear that I don't deserve you, Bryson"

"I remember when I used to feel like I didn't deserve you. Sometimes, I still don't feel like I deserve you"

"Me? But I've-"

"Given me my first and second children. Believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. Took a chance, attempting to be my friend when I treated you like shit. Introduced me to your father and got me a place to stay after my grandma died? You've done so much for me physically and mentally, and I could literally talk about this all day"

His words made me cry, and he laughed at me.

"I love you" I repeated, and cupped his face before kissing him.

He kissed me back and licked my bottom lip before pulling away.

"We should cook, yeah?"

I giggled. "Neither of us know how to cook"

"Let's see who can do a better job of not burning down this expensive mansion then. Not tryna brag, but probably me"

"I am an artist, and pancake art doesn't sound too difficult"

"That's what they all say, but we'll see, boo"

"Acta non verba"

Deeds, not words.

"It's like that? I'm telling you that I can do it. I've been watching Bailey for weeks now"

No he hasn't.

"Credo quia absurdum est"

I believe it because it is absurd.

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Bryson sucked on my bottom lip, and took both of my hands in his.

I tried to pull my lip away, but he wasn't letting go.

I giggled when he finally released me.

"I can't - I can't eat like this"

"You had sugar on your lip, weirdo"

I had decided to put sugar in my pancake mix, and I didn't know if it was a good idea or not.

I don't know how it go on my lip though.

Maybe he was just lying.

"I think my lip is swollen" I said and poked my lip out like Jayda did.

I missed her.

Bryson and I had both decided that pancakes were too difficult, so we used the waffle iron.

"Let me see" Bryson said.

I turned towards him, and he bit on my lip again before grazing his tongue across it.

His hands moved to my waist, and he put his tongue in my mouth, brushing against mine. His tongue tasted like syrup.

Bryson pulled me up further on his jeans, and I let out a small moan in his mouth before turning my head to the side to catch my breath.

"Bryson" I breathed softly.

"Whatchu want to do?" He questioned, playing with my hands.

"Upstairs"

He lifted me up and threw our unfinished food in the trash before going up to my room and closing the door.

He placed me on the bed.

"Sage, if you-"

"I know that you're not like Eric or Grayson"

He nodded his head before climbing ontop of me, and kissing me again.

He undressed the both of us.

"Tell me if somethings wrong, yeah?" Bryson began to slide into me.

I nodded my head and closed my eyes because of my momentary discomfort.

He groaned against my lips and waited.

I began to pant softly as it started to feel better.

He started to stroke slowly, making me moan.

"Bryson, please"

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The door busted open, and Bryson sat up in the bed immediately.

"For God's sake, they're naked" Keisha said and covered her eyes. "It ain't safe Covonte"

She ushered him out of the room, and locked the door behind her.

"Ain't even see nothing" Bryson shook his head and put his clothes on before tossing me my shirt and smirking at me.

He was teasing me.

"You didn't lock the door?" I questioned and got out of the bed to put my clothes on.

Bryson laughed and opened the door.

"I won't thinkin'."

We walked down the stairs and Covonte and Keisha were sitting in one of our living rooms.

I sat down on the couch that was farthest away from Keisha and Covonte.

"Did y'all even use a condom?"

My face turned red.

"She pregnant anyways"

"Bryson, my nigga. You got the weakest pull out game in Detroit"

"Bryson number two?" Keisha raised her eyebrow.

"Eric number one"

"Oh shit"

"We still going through with you know what? Cause-"

"Thanks for keeping me in the loop, Covonte. I know already" I said and looked at him.

"I know y'all was up in this house by y'all damn selves, laying up in bed like y'all grown. How would Charles feel about that, hm?"

I frowned. "How did you two even get in"

"Girl, ain't no security guards round this bih or nothing. I had to type in like 10 different security codes. I can barely remember my phone password at times, that was too much"

"Keisha, how did you get the security codes? I don't even know them"

"Did I say that?" She smirked and got up to leave the room.

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