CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER SEVENTEEN] Unconditionally

[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
DECEMBER 16th, 1989

"I don't wanna bore you with my troubles...But there's something about your love that makes me weak and knocks me off my feet.." The Stevie Wonder song plays at half volume as it echoes around Malik's room.

I was currently on his bed with my head laying on his chest. He was slowly stroking my hair on a Saturday afternoon.

It's officially been a month since we've been together and it's been nothing but good vibes. He was physically better now but he's still recovering from the heat stroke. He can't play basketball until the doctors clear him and I knew the thought of him not playing is eating him alive.

We were just in silence in his room as we let the music being played do all the talking. We just wanted to embrace each other's energy.

I began to close my eyes as the Stevie Wonder song gets lower and lower as the song reaches its end. I started to focus my attention on Malik's heartbeat. I began to study the rhythmic beating of his heart and I found stillness in it.

I then focused my attention on his breathing. Usually you breathe in and out but he was breathing out then in. In such a pace indescribable. It was like he purposely made himself breathe like that and now it's a habit.

His hands were still stroking my scalp in a specific formation. Up then down, left then right. It was repetitive.

I began to embrace his scent. He smelled like cologne combined with Shea Butter. I opened back my eyes and scanned his room.

Everything was in complete order.

"A'mya." His deep voice says and I snap out of my thoughts.

"Mhm?"

"I just want you to know that I got you till whenever." He says and I begin to grin.

"I got you too." I say, picking my head up from his chest and looking down at him.

He grabbed my face with his hands and pulled it closer to his face.

His lips slowly began to touch mine as his tongue entered inside my mouth. We started passionately kissing until a knock on Malik's room door interrupted us.

Malik got up from his bed and opened his room door. It was his brother Rakim standing in front of the door. You could see that Rakim was annoyed because the expression was plastered on his face.