BANDIT II

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Protect your good image from the eyes of negative viewers, who may look at your good appearance with an ugly fiendish eye, and ruin your positive qualities with their chemical infested tongues. - Michael Bassey Johnson

A Month Later...

Imer...

After classes, I picked up Niara to come chill with me. Of course my room is a mess. This is the first time she's been to the crib in months since we got back together. Niara said she wouldn't feel comfortable laying down until we clean up and that's what we're doing. We've been separating clothes for three hours now.

"Dirty."

"Clean."

"Dirty."

"Clean."

"Clean." 

"No those are dirty." Niara laughs, putting them in a dirty pile. I side eye her, mushing her head and she mush mine back. We begin play fighting, wrestling on the floor and she pins me down laughing. I flip us over, causing her to squeal when I throw her on the bed pinning her down. 

"Pinned ya." I tease. Niara laughs, squirming underneath me.

"No fair! You're stronger than me." She whines in laughter. I keep a tight grip on her wrist, leaning in as she laughs turning her head. I chuckle, kissing her neck as she wraps her leg around me moaning.

"You being stubborn again?" I whisper against her skin. I hear her breath hitch when I nip the top of her breast, sucking on it as she gasp. 

"No." She moans in whispers, kissing my forehead. I sit up, kissing her while letting her wrist go. I know we're not having sex, but since we got back together I can't keep my hands or lips off her. I've gained my weight back, I'm sleeping more and my grades have been pulled up. I quit the football team because my heart isn't in it anymore but I'll probably go back to it next season. 

My phone rings on the nightstand, interrupting Niara and I's session. I pull back, reaching for it. I see Kimberly's name, sighing heavily and Niara looks back laughing.

"Answer it." She says, kissing my neck. Kimberly has been blowing up my phone since I told her off. I've ignored every call, text, and voicemail. The bitch has even threatened my ass. She crazy as shit.

"What." I dryly answer, putting my phone on speaker. I continue my make out session with Niara.

"Don't answer your phone like that. Where are you?" She questions. I press my front into Niara's, causing her to moan into the kiss.

"Why?" I question.

"It's time for my appointment, and you aren't here!" Kimberly argues. I sigh heavily, pulling back.

"Man look. I already told you that's not my kid like. Stop fucking calling me!" I snap. 

"You know what, I'm sick of you denying what's yours. After my appointment, we can go get this test and until the results come in you'll be at every OBGYN appointment." She orders. I grunt as Niara nips at my spot on my neck, putting her hands up my shirt.

"Thats all I wanted in the first got damn place. You so fucking difficult for nothing!" I argue.

"Whatever. I'll see you after the appointment." She hangs up as I shake my head, putting my attention back on Niara pulling her head away from neck, kissing her. She flips us over, kissing me roughly making us both breathe heavily.

"I don't think I can hold out any longer." She mumbles into kisses. I shake my head pulling back.

"We vowed to wait Niara come on now, don't give in because I teased you and shit." I tell her. Niara sighs and nods. I know she misses the longs nights and all, I do too. But we vowed to communicate more before having sex again. Plus this situation with Kimberly is holding me back. I rather wait.