MARVIN'S BRIDE
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Last published Wed, Sep 25, 2024
"You tired?" He asked and I nodded my head.
"You can lay on my shoulder if you'd like." He offered and I declined.
"It's fine. You ain't got to do allat fa' me." I assured even though he really did cause he involuntarily layed on MY shoulder before all this.
"It's coo, mama. You wifey fa' the day." He sheepishly grinned and I slightly pushed him.
"You not funny." I rolled my eyes.
"You the one who tellin folks we engaged. Why you tripping, wifey?" He joked and I flicked him off.
"You just never gon let that go?" I crossed my arms, our eyes locking.
"Fuck nawh." He replied, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip.
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