𝙈𝙍. 𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙀𝙂𝙐𝙔

TELL ME WHEN I'M GOOD ENOUGH

Sure Scott and I had sex before but it was different, my body changed and we had never really seem much of each other anyways, well not much other than our intimate areas.

It still didn't feel right getting naked in front of him, it was all so different. He had seen many women's body, I can't imagine what he would think of mine.

I let the towel fall as my underwear and bra were now on, sliding on some of his basketball shorts as fast as I could without him seeing, even though i'm sure I could feel him staring.

"They still aren't home?" I hadn't even realized that I had been calling his house our home, but he didn't seem to mind.

"Nah, says they at a jack in the box right now." Scott said as he flashed the screen in my face, a map with a picture of Aristos in a circle hovering above the location of the fast food place.

"Wow." I scoffed out a laugh, "Jack in the box sucks anyways." I mumbled as I jumped onto the side of the bed next to Scott.

He placed his phone down before lying down with me. We both let ourselves be absorbed by the soft mattress beneath us, staring at the ceiling above that was nothing but blank wallpaper.

"As much as I hate doing this, we all need to talk again, i'm not even mad anymore." I shrugged into the mattress.

"Yeah, okay." Scott sounded as if he hadn't been listening to a word that I had been saying, I looked over to see him already staring at me. It made me uncomfortable knowing that he had been watching me, judging me.

"It's rude to stare Scott." His bright blue eyes filled with so much emotion, I was so glad to see the beautiful color shine through. I reached an arm towards him, my thumb caressing his cheeks and every spot on his face. I focused on his tattoos and the septum ring that pierced through his left nostril. The way his beard and mustache grew, it was weird at first but I absolutely loved it now. His bleach dyed hair peaking like a mountain as his roots grew in darkly.

Everything about Scott Arceneaux Jr. was absolutely beautiful.

I could very much believe that I was falling for him even harder than before, he was the perfect man. I loved everything about him; the way his mouth and eyes creased when he smiled, the way he would purposely trim his mustache just in case we ever kissed again because I said that it tickled and poked me last time, the way he treated the people around him, and there was so much more I could name.

But the only thing keeping me from letting myself fall for him was the fact that I knew such little about him, yet I still felt so connected to him.

"Then I guess you're rude too." He whispered under his breath as we both were caught in a trance, leaving me to wonder if he felt the same way about me.

"Can I ask you something?" I said as I pulled my hand away from his face, "Mhm." his soft hums sent butterflies down to my stomach, as if I were still a quirky teenage girl who had never talked to a boy before.

I grew shy, "Do you still talk to your parents?" It was bold, and it definitely wasn't safe. I knew it would be stepping over the boundaries but I just wanted to know everything about him.

His eyes shifted away from me as he turned on his back, "Nah, only once since i've been outta rehab." I could tell that it pained him to say, as he choked up. It was a sensitive topic for him.

"Why?" I couldn't even control what came out of my mouth, I was just so intrigued and curious.

He sighed, I watched as his stomach rises with the amount of air that he had inhaled in his lungs, then as he blew it out and his stomach slowly died down. "They're waiting until my sobriety is at least four years, think ima relapse." he shook his head as the tears threatened to spill out, it was sad to hear that they didn't believe in him.

"Once my brothers are doing better I know we'll talk. Justin's in rehab and Gage is down the drug path, so guess we all just a whole generation of fuck ups." He laughed silently.

"You're not a fuck up Scott. You're the most talented and hardworking guy i've ever met, you're so much better than a fuck up." I ran my hand through his hair.

His face met mine once again as our eyes sympathized, "And i've never met someone who's believed in me for so long until I met you, you're so special Ivory." His eyes sung to me, like a siren.

I truly loved this man.

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