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(80) Storytime II

♡ AMA

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I smile and play with his hair.

His dick slides out of me after a few minutes and I let out a disappointed moan. He chuckles softly, "We have to take it easy on that tight pussy of yours. Wouldn't want to ruin it." 

I chuckle too and he lifts his head to look into my eyes.

"Ama? What was bothering you last night and this morning? Do you want to talk about it?"

Noah's message shoots through my head and I try to shake it off. But as soon as I focus on Donté again, my phone beeps. He reaches over to the nightstand to grab it and hands it to me.

I tap in my code and see it's a message from Conan. I open it and can't believe the number of words in the message. Conan, the socially awkward, man of emoji-less two-word messages, basically sent me a letter.

Dear Ama,

You're probably wondering why this weirdo is sending you all these words in a row. Something I never do, but it's for my best friend. And since you have an amazing best friend yourself, I'm hoping you will understand where I'm coming from.

He's a mess because you won't talk to him. He's a mess because he's in love with you and is drowning in his emotions, like the nerdy, stuttering chick-lit reader he is.

I would like to invite you on a double date. That way you can look at my pretty face if it gets too much to look at Noah's. And I've picked a location that you'll love. 'The Crooners Club'. Have you heard of it?

Please consider coming out tonight. If you don't want to see it as a double date, that's fine too. Just see it as a chance to spend some time with me and Laura. She is eager to meet you.

Please reply quickly. I'm already impatient typing this.

I chuckle as I read the last two lines. I got so lost in the message that I forgot about Donté for a second. My cheeks turn a deep red as I look at him, knowing I will have to tell him something. I consider making something up. But that's not me at all. 

I sit up and Donté does the same across from me.

I tell him about Noah as I avoid his gaze. Not every detail, but enough. And how I walked out of the gym that day and that I have been avoiding him since.

I carefully look into his eyes and expect to see hurt or disappointment. But all I see is a caring, open look.

He asks: "Do you still have feelings for him?"

I nod lightly and then shake my head. He waits for me to gather my thoughts and I softly say: "Maybe. I know I should talk to him. Even if it's just for closure. I know pretending I don't feel anything for him or pretending he doesn't exist doesn't make things better for any of us. But..."

I look into his eyes and he places his index finger against my lips.

"Shhh. Don't feel guilty towards me. I can see it in those expressive green eyes of yours. There's no need to feel guilty. I knew something was on your mind and I selfishly chose to ignore it. And you're honest with me now.

I think you should meet with him, talk to him, find out if you still feel something for him. And if he's the one who has your heart I want you to go for it. All in. Promise me you will fight for your happiness. You deserve it."

I can't believe what I'm hearing. I would never have said such a thing. I would have selfishly told him to forget about the other person and would have told him to focus on me.