3 Way | Michael B. Jordan |

Say It!

Scarlett 

"Are you sure you're okay? You've been distant ever since we left the party. It's like you're here but your mind is completely somewhere else." Drew said pulling me away from my thoughts as I toyed over the takeout we had stopped to get before finally heading to his spot. 

I wasn't very hungry. I wasn't very anything right now. I was oddly numb. I felt like my mind was having a hard time gathering all of the new information given to it today. So instead of trying to make sense of everything it was like I just shut down. I was mentally exhausted. 

"I think I know what it is." He said pushing his plate aside and taking a napkin into his hands to wipe his mouth. My right brow rose in intrigue. Because I highly doubted he knew what it was. "It's my mother isn't it." He stated as his eyes finally landed on my own. 

Drew's mother was a pill by far, but apparently she should be the least of my worries.  Which was rather scary might I add. "Drew ..." I started only to be cut off. 

"No Scarlett. Look I know you might not think so but I've been paying attention to how she is around you. I know saying she's like this with any woman I decide to bring home won't help how you feel about her. But ... She's like this with every woman I bring home." He admitted with a grin in an attempt to lighten the mood. And with the reveal of his dimples I grinned in return. 

He placed his napkin aside before reaching across the kitchen island for my hands which I placed in his without hesitation. "I'll talk to her okay. I need the two most important women in my life to get along. Because neither of you are going anywhere anytime soon." He declared causing me to playfully roll my eyes. 

"Anytime soon huh?" I repeated.

He turned his hand over before playfully looking down at the watch on his wrist. "Not on my watch." He said jokingly slapping the table with his hand mimicking Iyanla Vanzant. 

"Boy!" I yelled laughing even though I didn't want to. Another one of Drews many qualities. 

"I think I know what it is you need." He said suddenly taking on a more serious tone. I waited for him to continue as he slowly rose to his feet. Taking both our trays over to the trashcan and dumping them before heading over toward me. Placing his hand underneath the stole which I was seated and gently turning it to face him. 

He took a step into me. Nudging my knees apart and hovering above me as the fabric from my dress slowly fell between my thighs due to the highness of the split on it. His chest slowly rose and fell at my eye level. The thin hairs of his chest now visible since he had unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. Revealing his firm and toned pectorals just beneath it. 

I closed my eyes and enjoyed his scent. His heat. His mass. His presence. Because right now I felt so little and fragile beneath him. But safer than I have in a long time.  

He placed his index finger under my chin. Pulling my face up before allowing his thumb to roll over my now parted lips. I could feel my chest began to rise and fall at a faster pace as my body began to compensate for my lack of thought. Reacting completely on its own to his touch. 

He allowed his thumb to softly drag my bottom lip down a bit as his fingers slipped from my face down to my neck before roughly wrapping around it. His lips smashing into mine almost simultaneously. 

His tongue eagerly invading my mouth as my limbs suddenly grew weak. I'm sure if he wasn't holding onto my neck I would have slid off of the stole and become a puddle on the floor. "Yeah I know what it is you need." He said breaking our kiss. My eyes still closed wanting more of what ever it was he was about to give me.  "A bath." He said causing my eyes to flutter open. "Because your ass is hot." He joked pecking my lips before laughing and turning to walk away.