I really wanna do a part 2 for the previous chapter kuz I read through it and W H E W🤠🤠🤠🤠 did I do that?
(the book... shouldn't be ending soon (probably), but damn, I'm gonna miss writing this. but I also can't go on forever, like who tf gon be reading this in 2030?)
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The sun rays coming through the curtains hit my skin, sounds of the ocean and birds singing filling up the silence. My eyes were still shut, and I stretched, feeling out for Erik, upset when I didn't find him.
I sigh, rolling onto my back, only to instantly be attacked with kisses.
"Baby!" I smile a lil, opening my eyes to stare into his. Before he can kiss me the way we would both want him to, I slide out of his grip to brush my teeth.
"Morning, baby."
"Morning. What time is it?"
"Time for us to spend time together, duh."
It was day 3 of this vacation and you would think I'm used to having him around me as he should be. We've barely been outside, rather making good use of the king sized bed and play-fighting over who has to clean up the day after.
"Oh, word?" I can hear him walking to the kitchen, and I shook my head, finally done brushing my teeth.
"What would you like? Breakfast? Brunch? Sex? Dinner?"
"Ooooh, all tempting." He looks at me and wiggles his eyebrows. "Shut the fuck up." His dimples protrude out of his face as he laughs.
"T, I didn't even say anything."
"Your body language says it all."
"Despite the things you said to meeeee," he sings back.
"You know what- I actually really love it when you talk. Like, I'm in love with our conversations. Even if we arguing and shit, they special."
"Yeah cause you always got something to say about a nigga."
"I ain't talking now, am I?"
"I gave you that act right now you silent."
"Boy- anyway, I wanna go do sumn with you."
His whole smug attitude softens, and he tries to hold in his smile. "You serious?"
"Yeah, now get out. I'm tryna shower." He rolls his eyes and leaves without shutting the door.
"I was gonna make you some hash browns but since you being stubborn-" I laugh at his response, before stepping into the shower and doing my thing.
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We walked into the boat, me in a flowy sundress and a bikini underneath, him in a barely buttoned shirt and some trunks. I didn't know why I chose to do this, cause I'm TERRIFIED of boats, but I'm here already so what the fuck can I do.
"You ready?" As I looked at him, and how worried he was about me, realization hit me like a ton of bricks.
I just stared at him for a moment, and I thought of the messy ass year (with the exception of these recent months) we've had together.
His eyes told me stories of things I didn't want to remember and things I would never want to forget.
His hand gently squeezing mine gave me warmth and chills at the same time.
His voice, calming and deep and husky and beautiful, i was in love with his voice. Sometimes, like now, for instance, I zone out just to hear him talk.
His passion. His absolute desire to get what he wants and to fuck up anybody that wants to stop him. I've been on both ends and the outcome is non-changeable, he fights for what he wants and he fights good.
His heart. He refuses to open up for most people but he's always been an easy book to read when it came to me. He has so much love for me and I finally see that.
"Huh? Oh, I guess I am." His hand leaves mine and holds onto my waist. His touch brings comfort in my confusion and my heart races even faster for that.
I want to be his. I want him to be mine. I want to rule by his side and I want him to rule by mine. I want to fight, to get mad at each other and to get someone to sleep on the couch. I want to get married, like the Curry's, Steph and Ayesha shit. I want lil T's and lil E's running around, and I very much wouldn't mind growing old with him.
And it scares me. The thought of having forever with him terrifies me, as much as I want it.
"I want you to be sure."
"I'm ready, I swear."
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OH MY GO- HOW MANY CHAPTERS IT TAKE YOU TO REALIZE THAT. 35 FOR WHAT?
I'm back off hiatusss :) I was only on because of tests and shit. Like, yuck. I was DROWNING in school work.
onna deadlocs erik and tazi like the cutest couple I've ever written together. damn.
Luh y'all stay sweggy
