Erik & Xeora

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Girl you so sexy

Xeora groaned. A pile of clothes between her and her suit case. In a moment of frustration she had flipped the designer carry on over causing all of its contents to spill out. Now she was left with even more a mess to sort through. Her anxiety spiked. The early pang of a migraine at the nape of her neck. This was turning into the popular Khia song fast. Her neck, her lower back and now her knees were giving her flack. She seethed at the pain shooting in each knee because of her steady position on the hard marble floor. She fell back onto her bottom in a huff.
Her ears perked up when she heard a beep and then the door clicked. Her neck snapped to the wall where a magnificent silver plated clock was perched with roman numerals inside of digits. 6:57.
"Fuck!" She breathed.
"Aye baby!" She heard him before she saw him. His sneakers squeaked across the polished floor. It wasn't long before the colorful air max 97s stopped in front of her. Her sights roamed up the light washed jeans he wore to the white cotton tee and then finally his face which was screwed into a look of confusion; the exact emotion she had been experiencing since he departed hours ago.
"I know." She said.
Erik crouched down to take her soft jawline into his hand. He gazed into her round eyes, picking up on the turbulence that exited inside of her. He had felt the shift when he stepped foot through the doors of the suite. The look in her eyes was confirmation.
"Supposed to be ready, Xeora. What's up?"
Instinct kicked in. She tucked her bottom lip into her mouth and began to gnaw at the skin there. Erik studied her for a moment before letting her face go and settling next to her. He looked at the massive pile in front of them. "Nothing to wear?"
She nodded. It was all she could muster at this moment. If she had opened her mouth all of her insecurities and worries would spill out. She coped by staying mute. Erik was Erik though and the more he stared at her the more the tension keeping her mouth closed eased.
He reached forward to fish through the clothes.
"Told you to stop closing up when you feel a way about yoself. I'm yo man. Anything you thinking I'm supposed to hear about. That's my job to be there."
Xeora's plump lips dived into a pout. Guilt riddled her. Made her question her go to mechanisms for coping. It was actually Erik, he did that a lot since he had came along just seven months ago. He shook her life up. Made her comfortably uncomfortable. He was the exact opposite of her. Where she was soft, he was hard. Her insecure nature was being destroyed by Hurricane N'Jadaka. At times she welcomed it an then other times like this all she wanted to do was go lay in bed and sulk.
"Don'twanttodrainyouwithmynegativity." It came out in squeak. She rushed the words out of her mouth hoping that he would drop it, but he didn't.
"Stop saying that stupid shit, nigga. Real shit. You over packed for a reason. Let's find something." He said, finality in his tone.
You sighed. and worked on the other side of the pile. It wasn't long before his voice ordered your eyes to the article in his hand.
"You could wear this shit. Issa pool party." Erik held up the black two piece bikini that you had forgot about because it wasn't you who had thrown it in your suitcase to begin with.
"Jerrica." You said with the rolls of the eyes.
"What?"
"She put that in there."
"Aight, what that mean you can't wear it?"
"No, not necessarily."
"Coo. We haven't been to the beach yet and I need these niggas to know my bitch bad." He dropped the very thin bikini into her lap and leaped up onto his feet. "And hurry up. That's why I told you to start getting ready three hours ago. You stay on CP time, man." He argued as he walked off toward the bathroom. The door slammed behind him.
She rose back to her knees an unsettling feeling brewing in her tummy. Something akin to fear. She felt like she was dropped back into the middle of her high school cafeteria. Where something simple as moving from point a to point b overwhelmed her with anxiety. Xeora felt the heat of stares. Unwanted eyes and murmurs as she passed drained her of the confidence she built up overnight. And everyday she walked through her front door depleted. This cycle continued until she was fed up. A change in lifestyle ensued and she lost most of the baggage that she carried from adolescence. There was still that carryon bag she couldn't get rid of though. No amount of time in the gym or training could hush the voice in her head. The one that convinced her every laugh was because of her. Erik did his best to soothe it, but at the end of the day it was up to her.
"Fuck it." She brushed the loose curls back over her shoulder and dived back into the pile. It didn't take long, out of it she came back with a black sheer duster robe. She decided to pair that with black and white sk8 hi vans. zit matched the vibe of the bikini that was all black but etched with bold orange letter on the right cup of the bra and bum part of bottoms. It gave laid back Cali girl vibes, her actual disposition underneath under all the shy shit.
A few pieces of dainty jewelry and she was up and at em getting dressed.