Even though I'm not your man, your not my girl
I'ma call you my shawty
'Cause I can't stand to see you treated bad
I'll beat his ass for my shawty
And we ain't did nothin' that we ain't supposed to do
'Cause you my shawty
-Shawty, Plies ft. T-pain
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𝑻𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑫𝑨𝒀, 𝑱𝑼𝑳𝒀 𝟒𝑻𝑯
"Sev, you look fine. My family ain't judgmental like you think they are. You good mama, I promise," Yosohn reassured her for the tenth time.
He'd been sitting on her bed for the past hour while she scrambled through her closet for something "appropriate" to wear. He appreciated her for wanting to be modest around his elders, but they were the type of people that cared more about your soul and your spirit rather than the clothing that you wore. They were the complete opposite of Seven's family.
"Are you sure? I don't want to be disrespectful," she said, giving herself a once over in the mirror.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Yosohn licked his lips. His eyes roaming her slim-thick frame, admiring the way that her taupe colored romper clung to her curves. He was becoming obsessed with Seven, in a non creepy way. She was a work of art that he enjoyed looking at. So naturally beautiful and pleasant. He couldn't get enough and vice versa.
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Seven Ali finds herself in a world of chaos when she falls in love with her brother's longtime best friend, Yosohn Smith. As the two embark on their romantic relationship, they must face their pasts and confront the challenges of learning to become...