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Day -12

Niykee's POV:

Niykee's POV:

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"Please Abel." I beg him as I hug him from behind and leave kisses all up his neck and cheek

"No! It's barely even finished."

I roll my eyes and bite his neck lightly, "I still want to hear please. You never let me be the first one to hear your lyrics, I'm always like the forth."

"Well when I'm done you can hear them."

"Abel can you just please play them to me."

"Ughh," He groans and I smile knowing that I've already worn him down, "okay."

Abel gets his hands set at our piano and I take a seat on the stool next to him. Abel opens his mouth and as soon as he starts singing I fall in love with him all over again

Tell 'em this boy wasn't meant for lovin'

Tell 'em this heart doesn't stay to one

I'll be the same, never changed for nothin'

It's all I know, never learned much more

Mama called me destructive, oh yeah

Said it'd ruin me one day, yeah

Cause every woman that loved me, oh yeah

I seemed to push them away

"So do you like it?" He asks me once he's done.

I just stare at him for a moment, no matter how many times I hear Abel sing his voice always astonishes me. It's just so pure. It's perfect.

"Of course, I like it." I smile. "Just a bit dark, which I find very sexy."

Abel quirks his eyebrow and looks at me, "Oh do you now?"

I nod before going onto his lap and straddling him before whispering in his ear, "I'm wet."

"From me singing?"

"Yeah, always." I say as I start laying light kisses on his neck.

"Come upstairs."

"Why would I go upstairs with you?" I ask as I raise an eyebrow.

Abel looks me up and down slightly, taking his bottom lip between his set of white teeth, "Bring your ass up here because if I have to ask a second time, it won't be so nice, Kee."

I smirk at bite my bottom lip, "Who said I wanted you to be nice?"

Abel smirks then grips onto my ass firmly, as he stands up picking me with him. I wrap my legs more firmly by his hip as he starts carrying me upstairs.

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