I really don't want this book to be long, it should last up to like... 40 chapters tops.
04.27.18
BY THE WAY THERE'S A TIME SKIP HERE AND SOMETHING HAPPENED BETWEEN T AND E BUT ANYWAYSS
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Sheets.
The only thing I could see at the moment were sheets.
Sheets and sheets and sheets.
One sheet, two sheet, red sheet, blue sheet.
Okay maybe they're not that many.
Waking up in the King's bundle of sheets (I literally cannot call this a bed) had to be the simplest thing that had happened to me all week.
I mean, it was still a huge fucking issue, and I didn't remember how I got there, but at least I wasn't naked.
I check under the sheets with my free hands for assurance, and leave the other hand pressed up to T'Challa's bare chest.
I was clothed. Fully clothed. I don't even think I could be more clothed than that, that's how clothed I was.
T'Challa, on the other hand, was, well...
"Morning." He says, with a raspy ass morning voice. Kill me now.
Seems speak of the devil works a bit too well, doesn't it?
"Good morning." I say, snuggling back up into him. His arm that was holding me tighter than when he was sleeping draws shapes on my back.
"I'm taking you somewhere today." He said, letting me know that no WASN'T an option.
"Are you telling me where we're going?"
"Now why on Earth would I do that?" The smile that comes on my face was not supposed to go there, which I think made it look rather lazy.
"Just how I like it." He grins before getting up, wrapping a sheet around the bottom of his body. As he's walking off I quickly tug the end of the sheet, making it fall down.
"Tazi!" He whines, picking up the sheet with the hand that wasn't touching his-
"What? You can't be going shy on me now." I say, smirking. He shakes his head and walks to the bathroom. I don't have to see his face to know that there was a grin on it.
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After washing my hair out and picking another outfit, a maxi dress with a fat belt around it, I walk back into T'Challa's room, and he immediately starts playing with my hair.
"You look different when it's straight."
"Good different or a bad different?"
"I don't know, you tell me." He grins, and I roll my eyes.
"You sure know how to make a grown woman blush," I say, then grimace at the words, remembering what happened between Erik and I on prom night.
"You sure know how to make a grown man blush." He laughs while calling a waitress for the bill.
"You're not even 18." I laugh and he stares blankly at me.
