"Yes, right there." Gabrielle moans, as I press my palms into the smalls of her back. My hands glided smoothly over her caramel skin, and my eyes were focused on making sure I softened every tensed muscle.
When Gabby had first told me about Andrew, my blood boiled.
I meant it was boiling.
The image of Andrew's devilish hands connecting with my babygirl's soft, perfect face threw me off the edge. Those marks, it was like pouring gasoline into the forest fire.
And everytime I thought about it, the fire enlarged. I managed to keep Gabby from crying, and offered a massage that I'm no longer good it. I used to always give her massages.
I went to Baskin Robbins, then chilled in a isolated parking until my mind was cleared. It took a minute, but I got it off of my mind and came back to my babygirl.
About two hours later and it's about 4AM, Gabrielle and I were just laying in bed, talking about random stuff. Like rainbow or chocolate sprinkles, estimating how many grains of sand are in the world, freaking wondering what Beyonce's doing.
I absolutely love spending time with Gabby, it's like the six years we spent apart had no effect on our relationship. I never ever want this to end and I can not wait until her and baby Jess moves in. Especially with what Andrew is doing; my girls will be living it up on the beach in no time.
"Please stop taking pictures," She smiles and covers her face, like she's camera shy or something. This girl is a model, what's her problem?
"But you're so cute. Look at this-"
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"Look at my boob." She laughs and posts the picture to my Snapchat story. "It's cute, actually."
"You're cute."
"You told me."
"I just wanted you to know, Gabrielle Moore."
And when I told her that something had clicked in her eyes, and she just gave me a genuine, soft look. And my eyes traveled to her lips.
Those lips I kissed over and over six-eight years ago, those lips that made harsh, red marks on my skin, those lips that wrapped around me so tight, I thought I was in heaven.
I wanted to taste those lips.
I run my left hand through her sweet curls and my thumb caressed her cheek, while my right hand touched her smooth face to lift it up to mine.
She closed her eyes, as if she was ready for the action I was about to make. Slowly but surely, her beautiful, plump lips connect with mine and oh my God,
I fell right back in love with her.
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sorry i haven't updated in about a week.. i don't have wifi or data. #pureHell
