𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗦 | 𝗗𝗗 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗔

thirteen.

HOODLIFE CRISIS. | ANJELIA'S POV
DATE | TIME :   MONDAY,
AUGUST 29th 2022 |   2:11 PM.
LOCATION : ANJELIA'S CRIB, SUGAR HILL.

AND WE TALKED, we stayed up with each other until like 5:30 in the morning, in each other's arms, under the warm blankets, under his searing touch.

i told him about what my dad does, and i told him about the day i started working with my father, and about what i helped do to a man yesterday. and he poked fun at me for the pink beam on my knock, we both laughed at that.

and even when we had our brief moments of silence, i was comfortable. he makes me comfortable, he didn't judge me for my job, he didn't judge my father. he pulled me closer and listened as i explained, and when i was done he pulled me closer and pressed a firm kiss on my forehead.

"i kno yo pops is gonna protect you, and i kno that he kno what he's doin.. but that don't stop me from worrying about you." he said as he planted one last small kiss to my hairline.

this morning, or this afternoon rather, i somehow woke up after david did. in relatively the same position we fell asleep in, what lulls me awake is the bright summer sun peaking from behind my curtains. and the way a large, warm hand found it's home on my body. it made it's way up and down my entire side, going from the inside of my knee, over my thigh, gliding over my hip, and up the exposed skin of the side of my belly, only stopping right before my sports bra before repeating the trail.