Fergie's Point of View
"I don't even know if I want you to fix my food." Tatianna laughs.
"Why?" I tilt my head.
"You just jerked off." She chuckles.
"You can always do it for me." I smirk. "And actually I just ran it under cold water."
I'm dead serious. I'd have no problem with that at all, whatsoever. I would give her the time of day whenever she wanted it. I'll never admit that out loud if I still want to be alive the next day. Devin has some sixth sense; he'll figure out what I said and he'd go ballistic. For a split second, I imagine what it would feel like to have Tatianna's hands wrapped around me. Or even better—her mouth.
I need to stop thinking about this.
Think about something that turns you off.
Devin killing my ass for thinking about his sister.
Yep, that does the trick.
"Hello!" I snap back to reality to see Tatianna's hand waving in my face.
"Huh?" I look at her.
"I said you play too much." She jokes.
"Whatever." I roll my eyes and pick her up. She giggles as she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
I walk over to the counter where I sit her body down. I stay held in her embrace for a few seconds, relishing the feeling of her body against mine. I pull away from her and walk over to the refrigerator.
"Stay right there, I'm gonna make us something to eat." I tell her.
"I love this kitchen. It's so cute." She says, looking around the newly renovated kitchen.
"Thanks, we just redid it. That's why I was over your house so much."
"Boy, if that's the case y'all been renovating for a long time because you're always over my house." She chuckles.
"Don't do me." I wave her off.
We talk endlessly about nothing in general while I prepare a midnight breakfast for us. Breakfast food always hit differently at this time of night. I have come to the conclusion that Tatianna and I are very compatible. For fucks sake, I've never done anything like this with a girl that I've liked before. It's like Tatianna gets me and it's a bonus that I love everything she stands for. She is an amazing woman who has great things going for her. I know that she'll go hard in her future. Not only will she have a good future financially, she'll feel like she won the jackpot when she has children. I can imagine her being the world's greatest mother—and also the cutest.
It makes me wonder how long we will last. We're not officially dating, but we have something special. We have a connection like no other. Everything feels right with her. There are no forced actions, awkward silences, or wasted times. There are only good times, good conversations, and lots of urges to be within the same vicinity of one another. I do plan on being in her future. The real question is if she plans on being in mine. She is such a beautiful lady and I'm sure she'll get bored of me one day. I'm not bad looking, but I'm like a two compared to her. At least in my eyes I am because the only thing I see is beauty when I look at her.
"Ready to go back to my room?" I ask, after looking at the time on my phone. It's two o'clock in the morning.
"Yeah."
We walk back to my bedroom; we don't even need to turn the light on to see where anything is at. It's photographed in my memory, I just hold Tatianna's hand and pull her along. She lies down on the bed and I follow behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. I cannot get enough of her. The feeling of her body against mine is enough to drive me insane.
"Goodnight, baby." I whisper, pecking her cheek. I like calling her baby. I want her to know how special she is to me.
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"Fergie, get up!" I hear someone call my name.
At first I thought it was Tatianna, but I open my eyes to find her rubbing sleep out of her eyes. I look at my door to see my mom standing in the doorframe with her hands on her hips. I don't even want to look at the time; I'll get mad at her for waking me up. I can tell it is early with how brightly the sun is shining through my windows.
"I'm up, Mom." I groan, sitting up.
"You told your dad you'd help him wash the cars this morning." She states. "He's ready."
"Okay." I sigh, getting out of bed.
"Hello, Tatianna." She smiles at Tatianna. "You can help too, since you're here."
"Mom, she probably doesn't wanna spend her morning washing cars. I know I don't." I chuckle.
My mom waves me off and leaves out of my bedroom with the door wide open. This woman will be the death of me. She knows how to test me.
"So embarrassing." Tatianna groans.
"What?" I ask.
"Yo mama seeing me like this." She shakes her head.
"You need to chill. I told you that she doesn't care."
I stand up and pull my shirt off, opening my drawer to grab a fresh one. I can feel Tatianna staring at me as I do so. I don't mind her looking one bit. I like when she stares at me; it makes me feel special. I know I stare at her when I think she's not paying attention. I used to do it all the time whenever I used to come over her house—this is before I confessed my feelings.
"Want me to take you home or do you wanna help wash the cars?"
"Why don't y'all just go to the car wash?" She asks.
"My dad is old school, he likes doing it himself. It's gonna take at least an hour and a half for both cars." I shrug my shoulders. "You staying or going home?"
"I'll stay." She says. "That's if you're not tired of me yet."
I stare at her for a long time, before walking over to my bed and sitting beside her. I grab her by the waist and pull her onto my lap. She smiles the entire time so I know I have some affect on her.
"I will never get tired of you. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
"I don't know." She shrugs her shoulders.
"I'm gonna try not to talk too much—morning breath." I chuckle.
"Same." She laughs.
"Come on, I think I have an extra toothbrush." I say.
I can get used to this.
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I can't get enough of these two.😩
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