What He Needs

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•Abel•
I stare at Nava's sleeping face wishing she wasn't going home today.

How is it possible I feel like I haven't spent enough time with her? We've been together every day since D.C., and I miss her already.

Is this what love feels like? I never felt like this with Valerie.

Her surprise party was a success; a bigger success than I expected it to be. She turned the fuck up for me last night.

The moment we stepped into E11even Nava's face lit up making me feel like I accomplished something putting that million dollar smile there. It was pretty close to the feeling I got when I saw how well Beauty Behind the Madness sold.

I was in my zone throughout the night introducing her to my friends I'm grateful were able to come out on such short notice. Lana and Naomi really took to her. They, mostly Naomi, begged me to bring her around more and Naomi and Bella are tight as shit.

The only sour part of the night was when I was singing King of The Fall. I was jamming out loving how everyone was singing along and imagine my surprise to see Wesley kiss her. In front of everyone.

My niggas, my friends, my fans.

I was pissed the fuck off.

I don't know what the hell either of them thought they were doing.

It took everything in me not to drop the mic and drag Nava's ass out of there after cussing Wesley the fuck out; I don't give a fuck if that's her best friend.

Now I know I need to have a talk with her.

"If you take a picture, I promise it'll last longer" Nava mutters, her eyes still closed making me smirk.

She always knows when I'm staring at her.

"I could but nothings better than the original"

Her eyes flutter open, and she focuses on me, a soft smile pulling at her lips, "Well when you put it that way..."

I've taken countless pictures of her asleep and awake, she's too captivating for me not to get it on camera.

I can't wait to take her home where she'll really get to see how I live. The tour life is only part of it. I want her to know me more than I've ever wanted any woman to know me. I need her to understand me and why I do the shit I do. Why I am the way I am.

"Have you been awake long?" She wonders turning on her side, her necklace falling to the side catching my eye and I stare at it shaking my head, "Not really"

She leans forward so her nose is pressed against mine making me go cross eyed a little. She kisses me and the image of her and Wesley pops in my head making me pull away a little.

"What?" She frowns.

"You kissed Wesley" is all I say.

Her eyes drop and she bites her lip, "Yeah..."

My eyes narrow in annoyance.

Yeah?

Yeah?

That's all she has to say.

"That's all you have to say?" I wonder, my voice monotone.

"I mean there's nothing to explain. It was just a kiss, we were drunk" she explains but I don't buy it.

"Have... y'all kissed before?" I'm curious now.

She shrugs, "A couple times"

A couple times, the fuck?