Prod POV
“Kaylah!” I ran after Kaylah. She was sitting in a corner with her face in her hands, breathing deeply. “Kaylah!” I sat criss crossed in front of her, she raised her face and looked at me. “Kaylah I’m sorry… I’m sorry for not talking to you, ignoring you, not spending time with you. I’m sorry for damn near abandoning you babe… I love you.” She looked at me shocked an wrapped her arms around me.
“I love you too…” She said. “Funny thing is, I think this is the most you talked… ever.” I laughed slightly and he looked at me. I leaned slowly and kissed her lips lightly. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we continued in a lip-lock. I grabbed her hand and lead her back to the bus. I plopped on the couch and she straddled me. We continued making out, she pulled her hair back and kissed my neck then I asked…
“Do you want to?”
“It’s not that I wouldn’t but I’m just not ready.”
“No pressure. I love you for you and I’m not rushing anything.” She smiled.
“Can we get some coffee I’m experiencing a withdrawal.” I laughed at her comment.
“Sure anything for you babe.”
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Could It Be You... Or You?
RandomThis Is A Story About Aubriez Derin Thomas and The Up's And Down's Of Having A Drunk, High Prostitute For A Mother, An Abusive Ex Boyfriend, And A Boyfriend In The Group Mindless Behavior.
