FUCKED.

15

I woke up in Travis's arms, feeling cocooned and safe. His hold was gentle, as if I were a precious treasure. I noticed I was only wearing his shirt, which we had borrowed after walking from campus to his apartment. After a refreshing shower, we had fallen asleep, and there was no intimacy beyond that. He looked incredibly adorable in his T-shirt, and I felt a surge of affection. I couldn't help but want more, so I gently pulled down the waistband of his boxers and began to kiss him tenderly.

Travis stirred and groaned, still half asleep. His reaction was a mix of surprise and pleasure, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his sleepy response. I continued, and he seemed to wake up fully, enjoying the attention. His moans were encouraging, and he expressed how much he loved the experience.

"Chloe, I could wake up to this every morning," he breathed out as his movements became more passionate. I felt him close to the edge, and soon he came, his pleasure evident. I playfully asked if he was on birth control, which made him smile.

"Let me return the favor," he said softly, sliding inside me with care. We enjoyed each other thoroughly, taking breaks between rounds of pleasure. Eventually, I decided to make breakfast. He joined me, his playful side evident as he danced and sang along to the radio.

The song playing was "Ring" by Cardi B, and his voice was so soothing that I felt a strong urge to challenge him to a singing competition. However, I knew better than to attempt it. He kept singing and dancing even while I prepared breakfast, clearly enjoying himself.

When I asked if we should attend our classes, he shook his head, focused on finishing his meal. His love for food was endearing, and even though I couldn't finish mine, he happily ate it all.

"So, what's the plan for today, T?" I asked. He responded by shaking his butt in my face, making me laugh.

"Let's dance before we do anything else," he suggested. I agreed, and we began dancing to the music playing, losing ourselves in the rhythm. The song, "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri, was romantic and perfect for our moment together. We danced until we were both exhausted.

Afterwards, I tried to clean up, but Travis insisted on doing the dishes while I rested. As he worked, he finally asked, "Chloe, will you go out on a date with me tomorrow evening?" His question was met with a wide smile and a heartfelt hug.

"Thank you, Chloe. I love you so much," he said, his voice filled with emotion. I couldn't hold back my tears of joy. He then offered me his credit card, insisting I use it for whatever I needed. I initially refused, but he was persistent, and after some arguing, I accepted it.

I called Sapphire and Keisha to join me for a salon visit. Travis drove me back to my apartment, and the girls were excited when they saw us together. After a quick goodbye kiss, Travis left for another appointment.

Keisha arranged an Uber, and we headed to Nelly's Salon. The place was beautiful, and we had a great time choosing new hairstyles. I opted for big braids, Sapphire went for highlights and extensions, while Keisha stayed with her natural hair. We talked endlessly about celebrities and the glamorous life we imagined. Sapphire took pictures and videos of her new look, and Keisha scrolled through her phone.

Once we finished at the salon, we went to the mall. We browsed through various shops, trying on everything from casual outfits to bikinis and cocktail dresses. At Victoria's Secret, we had a blast trying on different lingerie. I picked out a maroon set I knew Travis would love.

We finally headed back to the apartment, where I threw my purchases on the bed and took a quick shower. I changed into a blue top and shorts and settled in to watch a chick flick. Sapphire joined me later, wearing one of Jason's shirts.

"How's my little flower doing?" she asked with a smile.

"I'm not stressing, mama," I replied. "I'll tell him in a week. I'm just nervous."

"You'll be a great mother, Sapph. Don't worry about Jason. I can handle him," I reassured her as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"What are we watching?" Keisha asked, entering in a long black cotton dress.

"Did you finish praying with Jesus?" I teased. She nodded, holding out her cross.

"Can we just watch something? I'm dying to see the reruns of Atlanta," Sapphire complained, and as usual, she won. We ended up watching it while Keisha fell asleep first, followed by Sapphire. I switched to "Power" and watched all the episodes from season three before turning off the TV and finally heading to bed.

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