I'm all I've got

Reasserting Relations

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Lil baby's 'On me' blared through the club as we walked through, making our way to the VIP section.

We regularly come to this club which is why all we had to do was make a call to get the seat as we did.

"What can I get for y'all tonight?" A bottle girl asks as soon as we sat down.

"A bottle of Patron and Hennessy, please," I requested, looking at the almost empty bottle Angels holding

Three minutes later she returned with the bottles and shot glasses. As we drinked , we stayed in our section dancing, and rapping along to the songs until it was around 12:30.

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We made our way downstairs by 1 o'clock, whining and tweaking to 'Weak to you' by Dexta Daps.

Ava and Maya, we're drunk, I was a little tipsy. Feeling someone behind me mid-song, I continued dancing. As I continued whining my hips to the beat, I felt the person slowly walking their arm around my waist before whispering in my ear.

"You've been ignoring me, Ma," whispered a deep voice in my ear. I was instantly aware that it was Zyaire. Aside from the sound of his voice embedded in my head, he was also the only one I was currently ignoring.

Slowly turning around, my chest number against his because of his hold around my waist, glancing down at my cleavage, he quickly averted his gaze as he felt mines on his face. Loosening his arm around me, I took the opportunity to put some distance between us.

"You've done it for seven years, it's only been a day, I'm sure you'll live," I answered, softly tapping his chest.

"I ain't know you could dance like that," he ignored my statement as guilt flashed across his face.

Remembering I was just grinding on him, I felt my face get hot.

"You look sexy when you're flustered, " he walked closer to me to whisper in my ear, brushing his lips against my collar bone in the process. His voice sent chills down my spine as he spoke. It was deep yet seductive, exciting, and compelling.

Maybe it was the tipsiness finally getting to me, but as he brushed his lips against my collar bone, I felt even more hot and flustered.
Raising his head from my neck, he backed up and stared directly back into my eyes with an amused expression.

He was taunting me. He saw that I was stupidly still affected by his touch, which is why he's looking at me like that, but as he was taunting me, his eyes betrayed him. Displaying lust and longing, the longer I looked into them.

The longer I looked at him, the heavier my breathing got, reminding me why I decided to avoid him. We didn't move, it seemed like we didn't even blink, and the more we stared at each other, the sexual tension only escalated as we waited to see who would initiate the first move.

It was weird standing in a club full of people dancing on each other, but as we started at each other, none of that seemed to matter

Without breaking eye contact, I find myself moving closer to him. It was crazy how affected we were by each other presence when 7years have passed.

"Kiss me" I whispered

Despite being surrounded by a bunch of sweaty people, he grabbed my face and planted a rough, urgent kiss on my lips. Kissing me as if his life depended on it, he invaded my mouth with his tongue, giving me a taste of the liquor and weed on his breath.

Our tounges entwined as I reciprocate the kiss with the same amount of need and longing.

"Let's leave" he mumbled kissing on my neck