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Chapter 15- My Rock.

Zaiver

I'd almost been a month since I'd moved in with Makyah. Things were looking up for me. I had two jobs, my best friend, and a stable home. I'd moved into the basement, which in itself was an apartment.

It'd already been furnished, along with two bedrooms, a full bathroom, and a little kitchen. Not that the latter mattered since Makyah and I shared meals in the main kitchen.

The first few weeks I'd spent moving in, I'd had to sleep in the guest room on the first floor,

After that had finally happened, I'd had the help of Kyah and her girls with decorating "my" living room. It'd been their idea that I set up the second bedroom as a game room, which they'd also helped decorate.

It'd been way too much for me, but as Kyah and I would've agreed, Mercy and Mônica had enjoyed themselves and I would've hated to stop their fun.

Once I'd been settled though everything else had come naturally, helping Kyah clean up, cook, and everything in between seemed instinctive.

It'd almost felt like back when Mama B had been alive, waking us up early so we'd help clean the house from top to bottom. I'd always been blessed to have her as my best friend and I was grateful.

I was grateful that even though I knew so much about her, I was still learning new things every day. Seeing her going through her life so strong after she'd lost her mother and father.., there was no one stronger than her.

I was honored to watch her grow and mature, my only regret was not being here-meeting her when we'd been younger.

If there was nothing else I was sure about, I was sure she was my rock. No questions.

Kyahh💯🤪🔐: You sleep? Just got home.

There were days where we'd both be so swamped with work that we wouldn't even be able to see each other.

We'd both operated different schedules, which was alright, space was good for us. We made sure to text each other when one of us was leaving the house or if we wouldn't be in until late night...

That sort of thing.

Me: Nah still up for now.

When she didn't answer I knew it was because she was probably taking a shower, so I waited thirty minutes before I headed upstairs.

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When I'd gotten to the second floor, her bedroom door had been cracked. I'd thought she'd been dressed by then, but just as I was about to walk in, I caught a glimpse of her.

She'd just dropped her towel, letting it pool by her feet.

I'd never thought of Kyah that way, not even when Cedes or a few of the homies would make sly comments about Kyah and I that way. Even as I tried to tear my eyes from her gorgeous figure, I couldn't. She was- Damn.

Her breasts weren't any more than a B-cup, but that was fine with me. I'd come to learn that females with small breasts, nipples were extremely sensitive. I felt myself stir in my basketball shorts. I had to get outta here.

I took one last look, savoring it-both her front, which I could see in her mirror and her backside. With that, I hurried back downstairs. As I got to the basement though, she responded to my text.

Kyahh💯🤪🔐: You still up??

I ignored her, she'd have to wait till I got my shit together. I got into bed that night and forced myself to sleep.