Give me a reason

I'll tell you how I really feel

I open and walk through the door. James spots me and his entire face lights up. "Noni." He gasps, walking up to me, I put my arm out stopping him from getting too close.

"Can you pleas just talk to me?" He begs grabbing my hand that is extended intertwining our fingers. "Tomorrow. Please." I say, pulling my hand away, "I'm going to bed." I announce. I walk back to my room, strip my dress off, I hesitate for a moment, but climb in the bed in just mh bra and underwear, to lazy to put anything on over it.

About 10 minutes later I hear the door open. And a tall lean silhouette walk into the room, I feel a dip in the bed, he slowly creeps up behind me, he snakes a hand under my waist and one over. He cuddles himself to me as humanely possible. He freezes for a second "Umm... Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" He says pulling away a little bit.

"Because I'm tired and I don't feel good." I tell him "What's the matter?" He asks, placing his chin in the crook of my neck. "The two most important people in my life made me feel like dog shit." He exhails slowly, his entire body demeanor changing.

"I know I fucked up, but who's the other asshole?" He says, "Charlie." I respond so quietly I'm supposed I could even make out what I was saying. "What happened with Charlie?" He asks sitting up "Nothing." I shake it off "Obviously something." He snaps "I don't care how young he is I'l-" "James!" I interrupt, sitting straight up, pulling the blanket up with me, covering myself, bearly able to see him in the dim moonlight shining through the large window in our medium sized bedroom "He did the same thing you did." I state, and his eyes drop, "Oh.." Is all he can say "Noni I am so sor-" "I got it." I snap, holding my hand up, signalling for him to stop.

"Please just let me show you how sorry I am?" He says, also asking for permission it sounded like at the same time. "How do you plan to do that?" My attitude more prevalent than I was expecting. "You'll see." I says, with that creepy, mysterious, yet unbelievably sexy tone he has hidden in his array of voices.

I roll my eyes and lay back down. "You're not doing anything tomorrow right?" He sighs flopping down next to me in his sweats and no shirt, "I have shopping to do." I tell him, not forgetting about my Victoria Secret gift card I got from my new found mommy "Well can I come with you?" He asks, big spooning me. "If you let me go to sleep." I groan "Alright, goodnight love." He says making my heart melt with his sweet, sweet words.

"Night." I reply bluntly. I know I'm making him feel like shit but I don't give a shit at this moment in time.

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I wake up to the smell of bacon. I stand up, stretch my arms out. I inhale through my mouth, "Gross." I say, morning breath tates like ass cheek I swear. I quickly brush my teeth, and slip a robe on, not wanting to walk out there past half naked.

I open the heavy dark oak door, walk down our hardwood hallway into the kitchen, sure enough there James is, in the same Nike sweats he was in last night. Still shirtless might I add.... His hair is a mess, flailing every which way, and it was so. hot.

Cooking over the stove. I watch him move swiftly across the kitchen, flipping things, stirring different things, vibrant colors and smells danced with my senses.

He dances and sings along to Beyoncè 'Drunk in love' he does a fancy turn thing, he spots me and he throws the spatula in his hand into the air, "Holy fucking shit!" He boasts, he puts his hands over his head bending over "You scared the shit out of me!" He says and I smile "Did I now?"

"Oh my gosh." He breaths walking over to me, he kisses my cheek setting a plate, glass and silverwear in front of me. "Good morning my lovely." "Morning." I reply simply, he stops and just stares at me with a 'Really bish?' face, at my lack of effort in the greeting.