Santana Harris has had her fair share of relationships. She is 25 and trying so hard not to be the bitter friend but love has bit her in the ass too many times. She isn't trying to give anyone the time of day because once she begins to fall, they al...
The sounds of J. Cole coming from the front of my house woke me up. At first I tried to sleep through it but I couldn't. I snatched the cover back, slipped into my house shoes and made my way to the living room.
I stopped dead in my track as my eyes landed on Isaiah.
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He was bopping his head and typing away on his laptop. I grabbed the remote for our stereo and cut it off.
"Show some damn respect for other people. You just woke me up."
His tongue swiped against his bottom lip. "I mean, I could put you back to sleep." That sly grin appeared on his face, making me roll my eyes.
"Stop playin' with me." I looked over my shoulder, seeing Megan's door was still closed.
"She's gone so I have plenty of time to play with you." He sat his laptop down and stood from the sectional.
I stepped back, hitting my back the bar top. "Don't." Sighing, I made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. The sexual tension between me and Isaiah had finally spilled over almost a year ago.
Since he was Meg's younger brother, I tried to steer clear of him but puberty had done the boy some good. He was only a year younger but that didn't even matter. I crossed the line when I let him dip in my ocean.
"That's not what your text said. So stop frontin'. You know I fucked you good, San." His finger brushed against my lips. "I still dream about that pussy, shorty."
"Isaiah," I mumbled, placing my hand on his chest. "I can't." Side stepping him, I made my way to my room and grabbed my phone.
to Isaiah: I still think about it sometimes. Little do you know, if I get another chance I'll take my time with you.
I threw my phone down and ran my fingers through my hair. This could not be happening. I was really speaking my deepest thoughts in these texts and the shit was steady biting me in the ass an entire month later.
My first appointment wasn't until noon but I went ahead and hopped in the shower. If Isaiah was gonna be at my house then I needed to be far away from him. Megan mentioned he was probably coming to spend the weekend but I didn't know it was a definite thing. I had been trying to avoid him for the last eleven months. The night between us should have never happened but I couldn't take it back. And if I'm being completely honest, I didn't regret it at all because the dick was bomb.
After applying lotion and replying to Easton's good morning text, I slipped into a pair of Nike tights and the matching shirt. I brushed my hair into a neat ponytail and slipped into a pair of sneakers before exiting my room. Isaiah was still vibing to the music as I grabbed my keys and made my exit.
