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Chapter 19: Revisions

Tremaine

She had no idea what happened to her ass last night. That's what tequila will do to you.

"What I'm a do with her?" he shot back.

"Whatever the hell you trying to do with me."

"I ain't doing nothing to you girl...relax"

"Well get off me then"

"Give me a kiss"

"Wha-...What?"

Tremaine grabbed her chin. "Give me-" he gently pecked the side of her mouth, "a kiss"

She tried to pull away from him and he caught her lips in his.

For the first three seconds, Laive tried to pry him off her. He wasn't having it.

"Baby..." Tremaine pressed her further down into the bed. Laive looked terrified as he grabbed her chin again. "Give me kiss.."

Too shocked to speak, L shook her head no.

Slowly he leaned forward and captured her lips again, this time she tried to speak and his tongue slipped into her mouth.

Upon contact, L's body melted into his, and she quietly moaned into his mouth.

There she go.

His hands slowly pulled her hair back, and he deepened their French kiss. Her small hands were frozen on the bed, and Tremaine entwined their fingers.

Their lips smacked free, and he pecked her lips again. "You really don't remember last night Laive?" he husked into her ear.

Eyeing the ceiling, she shook her head no.

"Ok," Tremaine kissed her forehead. "You okay..?"

Laive released one of his hands to feel how swollen her lips were from his kisses. She shook her head no again.

"You'll be alright. Last night you couldn't be quiet."

"What...what happened?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out...Since you want to be taking shots of tequila and shit."

"Wha-, what did I say?"

Tremaine chuckled over her lips. Carefully, he rolled them over and pulled her on top of him, "That don't matter."

Biting his bottom lip, Laive winced as he smacked her ass.

"But we didn't have sex?"

"No, we didn't. You were too emotional. Fucking the mood up. Drunk ass.."

Laive stale faced him and he couldn't help but laugh.

"You was so cute though....ugly crying and shit-"

"Shut up Tremaine!" Laive covered her face in embarrassment. "I can't believe this."

He felt her mood shift.

"Don't start that Laive. Get out of your head over analyzing everything. I'm good. You good. WE," he was pointing between them, "Are good. I don't look at you any differently."

Her hands wouldn't leave her face. Laive was straddling his hips, as he relaxed in the center of her head board with his hands on the back of his head.

"Baby girl...you hear me?"

Laive's posture didn't soften and she wouldn't respond to him. Tremaine sat up as he snatched her hands down and kissed her so deeply, L looked like she stopped breathing. He wrapped her legs around his waist, and placed Laive's arms around his neck.