𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐤𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

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kalyani omaraté

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MASANI'S BACK was pressed against Kevin's chest. His face fell into her fluffy afro which smelt of cocoa butter and roses; a scent that Kevin's nose could fall in love with rather quickly. His slightly dry, long and muscular hand slowly traveled across her waist and to her stomach. He pulled her a bit closer, just to feel her a little more, as if she wasn't already close enough. Her skin was as soft as the clouds in the sky. In addition to pulling her closer, her right hand that was once off the bed moved to meet the dry hand on her tummy. Anyone who was to walk in on them would instantly assume the two were a couple when in actuality, they had just met last night.

For a brief moment, everything felt so right for them. It reminded them of the love they once had from past relationships. It was almost as if they were gaining a grip of what they both wanted and desperately searched for without even realizing it. Love wasn't an easy topic for the both of them. Their relationships either landed in shambles or never landed at all. This new beginning for Masani was only a beginning; for Kevin, he became accustomed to this lifestyle. This lifestyle of just having a fling.

Not too long ago, Kevin and his long-time girlfriend of four years broke up. He just knew she didn't love him anymore. Kevy she used to call him — became simply Kevin again, she stopped calling him, she didn't tend to his wounds or illnesses, she didn't want to kiss him in the morning because of morning breath she would claim, and so many other things started to change. Moments they would always share together became moments to only recap on. Although Kevin noticed all of these changes, he didn't want to lose her; he couldn't lose her. He tried to do everything in his power just to save this future he dreamt of spending with her. But eventually, she told him she wasn't in love with anymore. He wasn't the man she had first fallen in love with. Should he have told her that he already knew? Would it even matter? Answers left unsolved, but the truth was set and stone; she didn't love him anymore.

Kevin didn't even realize how close he pulled Masani to him; it just felt so natural right now and at this moment. Masani quite admired how close he had her. A profound feeling of being wanted and needed. Usually, with the men she would sleep with she would either just leave already or tell them to go after she got what she needed from them. It sounded harsh, but Masani just wasn't looking for anything special or lovey-dovey. In her eyes, all men just wanted the same thing; power.

The two had met at some upscale club in Downtown Cleveland last night. After another exhausting and challenging basketball practice, Kevin felt ultimately defeated. Being a captain of a team that wasn't consistent was awfully tiring. He understood his role as a leader, but at times, it felt his team didn't feel that same way about him — well except Channing Frye, his teammate and good friend. To be blunt, the Cavaliers weren't making it to the playoffs, that was obvious to Kevin and Channing, although neither of them wanted to say it aloud or embrace it, really.