Kehlani POV
"I love you and I miss you so much. And i feel stupid for it because I'm with someone and having these feelings for you isn't right. I think about you all the time and I have to replace your face with his but a lot of the time it doesn't work. And having this friendship with you hurts and helps but I don't know which one it does more of. I want to hold you and kiss you and update you on things I've learned about myself and our relationship. I keep telling myself it's selfish to want you but it's hard to completely believe that when deep down I still believe you're meant for me. And also strange I think I found the love of my life in high school. Even though I'm telling you all of this I'm not sure what I want you to do with this information. I don't know if I want you to get me or just understand how I feel. Or maybe I unknowingly want a reply. Maybe deep down I want that reassurance that you feel the same way and I'm not just some stupid love sick puppy. Maybe I want you to say things to me to make me know that my decisions are justified. Or maybe I don't want you to say anything at all and I just needed to get all of this off of my chest because I've been suffocating trying to keep all of this inside for so long."
"You done?" Sam asks.
"Yes."
"Thank god. Lets go to practice."
We lock up our new hotel room and make our way down to the gym reserved for our practice. Nicki is waiting for me with Chance and the other dancers.
"That was some deep shit Lani. Maybe you shouldn't be with Kyrie anymore." Sam says with a shrug.
"No do not put that in my head Sam. I got too much going on up there as it is." I lean against the wall in the elevator.
"How can I put it there when it's already there. Clearly. You have some deep, deep love for Chance and it's never gone away and probably never will. But hey, what do I know." She holds her hands up in surrender and walks out of the elevator.
Its been a couple of days since our fight and Chance is being...cordial. And by cordial I mean respectfully silent. The most I get out of him is an 'mhm'. It'd be just fine if everyone else didn't notice how stand offish he's been. They keep coming to me asking whats wrong and I honestly dont know what to say.
We practice for a few hours then everyone starts to get ready to leave. I rest my sweaty forehead on the wall and breath heavily. I wipe my face and neck off when everyone starts yelling "aw". I look around to find out what eqveryone is obessing over. Kyrie walks towards me with a single flower in hand. I grin and hug him tightly with my arms around his neck.
I open my eyes and see Chance starting to walk out.
This is gonna make this tour even harder.
Kyrie thrusts into me one more time before pulling out. I collapse onto my elbows and take a deep breath. With my towel in hand i walk to my suitcase and grab some clothes.
"Seems pointless to fuck after showering, Im just sweaty again." I complain. Kyrie walks out with his towel around his waist.
"We did it in the shower too. Im just tryna keep your endurance up. Looked like you were dying at that practice." He jokes. I ball up a shirt and throw it at him. He frowns. "Would've been better if you threw some panties."
I roll my eyes at him and continue getting dressed.
We walk into the nightclub and make our way through the sweaty bodies and into our section. Kyrie sits to my left and Sam to my right. Chance sits opposite me beside his friends Vic and Nico.
A bottle girl comes to us to ask our order. We order a couple bottle of Hennessy and Crown royal. I peep Kyrie checking the girl out but I ignore it. It isn't unusual for him to do that, especially in my face.
