Destined

48.

It had just hit 2:00, and Jayon still hadn't arrived. The parents of my younger cousins finally did though. They had came at a perfect time too, a time I had been awake. No one else in this house was, and they were probably hoping I'd be asleep too. The look on their faces when they saw me open the door was amusing. They expected everyone to be sleep just so their children could stay here while they went to work, or whatever else they were doing. It was crazy how they tried to pull that on my mother, even after her birthday.

Now they were all gone, except Deon who had still been knocked on the couch.

I had been playing with the ends of my braids, expecting Jayon to arrive at any moment, but he didn't. I was getting fed up waiting for him.

Just as I thought I had been stood up, I hear a jiggle on my door handle.

I jump up instantly, making my way to the peep hole.

I had seen an irritated look on Jayon's face. He really must have thought that I was going to leave my door unlocked. What went though his head sometimes? I didn't know.

"Dumbass," I say as I open my door wide. He stepped in, picking me up by the waist and planting a long kiss on my lips. I missed kissing him and especially feeling the way his tongue forced itself into my mouth.

"Wait," I stop us. "My brother could wake up at any time,"

Jayon rolls his eyes, letting go of my waist. My legs were still wrapped around him though because I didn't wanna let him go.

"Come on," he says trying to unleash my arms from the back of his neck. "Let's go to your room,"

I perked up at the thought of us going into my room again. He hadn't been in there fully since the night he ate me out. It was also the night that ended up separating us for weeks. I knew that would never happen again though.

We began to make our ways upstairs eagerly, slowing down our pace when we reached the top of them.

"Shh," I put a finger over my mouth. He nods while preceding to slide into my room quickly.

I closed the door behind us slightly, wincing when it was fully closed.

"Come here," he told me, holding his arms out.

The capacity those words had on me was heavy, like some sort of magnet. I found myself almost skipping to him when he said that.
I ended up on his lap, watching him lean back on my bed. I was straddling him while he played with the buttons of my shirt.

"This bonnet shit you wear, you never take it off do you?" He asks.

"Shut up. You act like I wear it everyday. I have different colors,"

"One for each outfit?" He mocks, finally attempting to unbutton me.

"Who said I wanted this unbuttoned Jayon?"
I say beginning to button it back up.

"Baby please, I know you hot,"

I shake my head. I didn't want to take this off right now, I wasn't hot at all.

"Then let me make you hot," he smirked, swiping his fingers across the front of my jeans.

"Stop," I say swatting his hand away.

"Let me rub it," he laughs.

"No," I grin. I wanted him to do that though, he was always good at it.