We ain't on what yo lame ass nigga on.

𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡. 𝘼𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠; 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚.

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

You'd be surprised how much you can have in common with someone completely different than you.