Sada Anthony, is a young black girl from LA with a group friends and a loving mother. After the loss of her father and major heartbreak of her teen years, the last thing she was looking for was love.
Especially if it happened to be with a straight g...
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"You have a fanpage now?" Billie asks on the floor beside me. We had been practicing a few yoga moves and decided to collapse on the floor for 20 minutes.
"I didn't know that." I raise my eyebrow and she shows me the "sweetiesada" account.
"Aww they're so sweet. I'm going to follow them. I type up their username and follow them.
"Do you realize how many followers you have now?" I roll over to face her and shrug not caring.
"No, I haven't really checked." I sit up and stand up to take my leggings off since they're starting to feel staticky.
"10,000."
"Really? That's crazy." I slide my shirt off and slide into my covers with a comfortable sigh. She nods and then gets quiet on her phone. I whine and reach out for her. "Baby come here." She sits up and stares at me for a few seconds. "What?" I ask with a blush.
"Nothing." She smiles revealing her dimples and my heart does a flip. She pushes herself off the ground and plops her body on top of me. I groan in pain playfully as she lets all her weight onto me.
"Get your ass off of me." I say with a strain on my voice. She laughs at my dramatics and rolls off of me. We both turn to face each other and I can't wipe the grin off my face. I stare into her eyes and push a piece of hair behind her ear. I rest my hand on the side of her face and caress her cheek. A strong pull is on my heart and I feel the need to cry for some odd reason.
