Jae POV
The sun was far to bright against my closed eyelids. It makes my head pound.
I rolled over to escape it only to crash into something warm and hard. I groaned, thinking it was Ranae and attempted to push her off, but my arms connected with hard muscles and not soft bones. My eyes snapped open as I remembered that Elijah cane over last night. I unfortunately also remembered the crazy ass words I said to him.
He was sleeping on top of the covers with just his jeans on leaving his chest full of tattoos on display. I stare at how handsome he was when he was sleeping for a full five minutes before his voice was interrupting me.
"Is there a reason your being so stalker-ish this morning?" He asks, his voice deep and rough from sleep.
I roll my eyes as I climb out the bed. I was still wearing my pajamas from last night, which was reassuring. "I was not being a stalker, I was trying to figure out why you were snoring in my ear."
He snorts and stands up too. I watch with disappointment as he tugs his black Polo shirt back on, hiding all his precious tattoos. "You know you want me here," he teased.
I scoff as a playful smile starts to spread across my face. "Whatever," I mumble. I shuffle through my jean drawer as he sits on the edge of my bed. Once I find a pair of jeans, they were medium washed with rips in the knees, I turn towards him. He was sitting down on the edge of my bed staring at me. "Is Emery, Kelly, and Nae still here?" I questioned.
"I don't know where Kelly hoe ass at, she probably laid up wit yo brother, but Shaun took Nae and Em home." He replies.
I nod. I look over at the little clock in my night stand to see that it read 6:47. I groaned because school was getting closer and closer and I honestly wasn't mentally or physically ready for it. "I just wanna lay in bed all day and sleep," I whined.
Elijah chuckles at me, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his curl hair. My eyes latch on to his movements, wishing that I could run my fingers through those soft and thick locks. "Yo ass shouldn't have been up drinking on a Monday," he says.
"Again that wasn't my fault. Em and Kelly came here with that shit and what was I supposed to send them home?"
"Yes," He says, his face straight.
An unwillingly blush starts to warm my cheeks. "Shut up," I mutter. I turn back around to my dresser and start to rummage through my shirt drawer until I kind an acceptable shirt for today. I decide on a gold tube crop.
Not caring that Elijah was still in the room, he's seen everything anyways, I slip my shorts down my legs before pulling the snug Fashion Nova jeans up. I take off my tink top and fling it into my dirty clothes basket before putting on the crop top.
Elijah watches me undress and dress with hooded, dark eyes. I stare back at him never once breaking contact. We were both panting by the time I was rearranging the shirt against my chest and all I wanted to do was climb in his lap and kiss him until I couldn't breath.
He eyes my outfit for a solid minute before he was frowning and shaking his head. "You ain't wearing that," he practically growls. I almost whimper as the pleasure that his words, or tone more likely, cause to vibrate through my body. I almost agree with him in my hazy mind but then his words register.
