Bittersweet (COMPLETED)

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𝟷𝟶:𝟺𝟽 𝙿.𝙼.
𝟸 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛
𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜

I got out of my car before walking up to Otis' door. I had thought about Briana's words and planned on giving him a couple days of space before revisiting. I knocked on his door and covered the peep hole as I waited for him to open the door.

He opened the door with his gun pointed at me. He relaxed, putting the gun down before I pushed past him into his house.

"What you doin' here, Naya. I almost shot yo stupid ass," Otis said.

"What do you mean what am I doin' here? We need to talk," I said.

"No... we don't. You need to leave-"

"I'm not goin' anywhere, Otis... look, I know love can be a scary thing. I get it. I'm scared to love too, but I'm willing' to take the risk. You only live once and I know that when I die I want to be able to say that I was loved and I loved," I said. "Either one of us could be hit by a bus tomorrow. Why live in fear?"

"I'm not livin' in fear-"

"Yes you are! Walkin' out because you're scared is living in fear," I said.

"I'm not walkin' out because I'm scared for me, I'm scared for you!" He yelled.

"What are talkin' about-"

"You got to go," he said opening the front door.

"No, I'm not leavin'!" I said.

He walked up to me before I slapped him.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... please can we just talk?" I asked as he looked off.

I grabbed his chin and pulled his head down in my direction.

"Look at me," I said before his eyes came in contact with mine. "Tell me you didn't mean it when you said you loved me and I'll leave right now."

He snatched my hand off of his chin.

"Come on, tell me," I said.

He looked away for a second before back down at me. He grabbed my arm to try and take me out of his house. I kicked the door shut before pushing him. I started punching him before he choked me up against the table.

"Ight, What you want from me huh?" He asked as he looked into my eyes.

He kissed me passionately before picking me up and putting me on the table. He pulled my shorts and underwear off. I opened my legs to give him full access before he pulled his sweatpants down. We shared one breath as he went in.

I let out a moan as he began to stroke. We kissed sloppily as he quickened his strokes. He groaned in my ear as I linked my arm around his neck. He pulled out and looked me in the eyes. Before I knew it we had been all over the house.

We laid in his bed looking at each other. Both of us were on the verge of passing out.

"Naya-"

"Shh," I said before kissing him.

"Naya, it's important-"

"We can talk about it in the morning," I said flashing a faint smile.

I laid my head down on his chest before soon going to sleep.