Interlude (n): is defined as an intervening or interruptive period, space, or event. These intervals in time are often accompanied by new experiences, new memories, or new people. But, in Bryson's case, it's all the above. (Updates every Friday)
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I've been feelin' like I'm crazy 'Cause I'm goin' through your phone, look for somethin' wrong I can't find nothin' I must be trippin' tryna listen to my intuition Sayin' you're guilty So baby, just tell me Gut Feeling x Ella Mai ft. H.E.R.
"Mm." I hummed as I got comfortable in Mackai's bed. The ride home was filled with nothing but laughs and jokes. The drinks he'd tossed back earlier had him feeling like a whole comedian. He made jokes about my head, and I had to humble him real quick, letting him know his was twice the size of mine. The nerve.
His California King sized bed was such an upgrade from my full size in my room at Z and I's apartment. My bed was everything, but the amount of space Kai had on his made me jealous. You could actually roll over a few times and not fall off the bed. It made it no better that his mom helped him decorate, the sheets were to die for. I had to remember to ask her what thread count they were.
"You enjoying yourself?" He chuckled. I opened one of my eyes to look over at him smirking from the en suite. "Definitely." I laughed. I had kicked my sneakers and jean jacket off, but I was still clothed in the bralette and jeans I had picked out earlier.
I shut my eyes again and heard him shuffling across the room. It was quiet for a second and I heard him rustling through his draws.
Something hit my arm, and I opened both of my eyes to see one of his shirts. I smiled. "Babe, can you take these jeans off me please?" I whined. The pet name slipped off my lips so much easier these days. Kai was mine... just not officially. But, I was okay with that. For now.
"Come here." He mumbled. He got to the side of the bed I was on, and pulled me to him, using only my legs. I couldn't stop laughing. "Why you put these shits on if you can't take them off?" He asked. "I can take them off, I just wanted you to do it." I let him know.
He arched his brow as I lifted myself up so he could pull them down. Once they were off me, I smirked at him peaking at my lace panties. I played dumb as I watched him fold my jeans and set them aside. I sat up and pulled my bralette off. I sat bare chested, smirking at him. He licked his lips and returned the smirk. "You ain't gonna put the shirt on?" He asked. I shook my head 'no.'
Sexual frustration isn't something people should go through! This shit could really have you out of your mind. I swear if I knew this is what... withdrawal felt like, I would have stayed a virgin, I swear. Of course as a virgin, I got horny. But knowing what I was missing, made it even worse.
Having Kai around was no better either. I wanted to jump his bones every time he licked his lips. Shit was so ironic, I was the one saying I didn't just wanna be fucked by him, but here I was- silently hoping he would just touch me. Nothing went pass the intense kissing and occasional feel up. But that alone would set my ass on fire.
