Ryleigh's POV:
It's been more than fifteen minutes for sure.
*Let that man sleep*
Me a get hot... and the semen a mek me uncomfortable.
My eyes move from the unassembled accent chair just beside the door, to the ceiling fan directly above us.
It only takes a few seconds for me to fall back into deep thought.
*You know we shouldn't do that though?*
Don't start.
*No man, a serious time now. Mi and yuh cya par you too weak*
To him don't?
*Yessss*
But did we not enjoy it?
*Enjoy the morning after weh you affi go take now*
It doesn't work during ovulation. A God hold me hand the last time mi take it enuh. I really should stay consistent with my pills if me cya stay firm.
*We only missed like three days*
And some other days before that three day miss up... like the entire week in Brazil?
*F*ck it... buy two pack and take them one time yah man*
God please. The egg lingers for 24 hours, please mek mine linger from yesterday and done from before day light. Me a promise you right now say me nah do it ag–
Jordanne shifts.
I think about waking him, but he's sleeping so peacefully.
So comfortably... Like him nuh sleep fi three years or supm.
Somebody please dig the yammery outa me skull.
*My pleasure. Let's start with how him look straight ina you eye and tell you say him nuh understand how the likes reach pah the girl pi–*
Okayyyyyy.
I shift due to the memory and the sudden increase in my heart rate gives me a familiar feeling I don't like. I have to get up... mi wah gah bathroom.
I'm hot.
I'm tormented.
*Wi cum and come to we senses.*
It's never fun when I'm aware. That's why ignorant people enjoy life so much. They don't have a conscience fi annoy them 24/7 'bout them worth or decisions.
*Yuh lucky*
"You good?" his hoarse voice slightly startles me.
I bring my hands from his back to my sides, fingers searching for the AC remote.
"Just hot," I half lie.
"Heart a jump outa yuh chest ova some heat?" he questions, lifting his body from mine to move to the other side of the bed.
I...
I wrap my tongue in silence.
"Yah regret the kill?" he questions, reading my mind as always.
Should I be honest? I mean he was really honest earlier.
Ummm...
"Kinda..." I give him the truth.
"Mhmm, ditto" he groans, rubbing his temple.
Weh him mean?
*I mean I was gonna say no but why are you saying no?*
