Game Over

42. Move in with me

ZAYN

Two days later

I walked into my house early morning, fresh off the plane. As soon as I saw her shoes by the door, I smiled. My baby was here.

Took my sneakers off, stretched a little, feeling that travel exhaustion hit my back. But I was good. I was home. With her.

Bro, I want her ass to move in with me already. She keep talking bout, "My apartment is closer to my job," like girl shut up. I'll have somebody drive you to work every damn day, what are you even sayin'. You live here already without saying it.

I heard King's paws flying down the stairs. Fast as hell. "Hi boy," I said, crouching down to rub his head. "Where's mama?"

Yeah, Nyomi is his mama. Shut up.

I headed upstairs, takin my shirt off as I walked, King right behind me.

Pushed open the bedroom door, and there she was. Knocked out. Curled under my covers.

See? This why her ass need to live with me. She ain't even hear me come in or nothing. She could sleep through a damn earthquake.

She was snoring with the bonnet on, drooling, curled up in a way that made her look like somebody's favorite problem. So damn cute. I stood there looking at her.

I let her sleep and hopped in the shower real quick. Got out a few minutes later, steam still fogging up the mirror, and King was laid out on the floor next to the bed like her little bodyguard.

Slid into bed behind her, arms around her waist, pulling her in close. "Hi," I whispered in her ear.

She ain't even wake up forreal. Just threw her leg over me and rested her head on my chest like it was automatic, then went right back to snoring.

I ended up knocking out too.

Woke up like two hours later to lips on my face.

"Hi," she whispered, all in my space, breath smelling like toothpaste.

I smiled with my eyes still half closed.

"Get up babe," she said, rubbing my chest, "I made breakfast."

I opened my eyes slow as hell. And there she was.

God damn. So fucking sexy.

"You my breakfast?" I said, voice raspy, one eyebrow up.

She laughed, looking down at herself in that lil outfit. "No, I'm your dessert. Now get up, babeeee."

I sat up on the side of the bed, stretching. She walked between my legs, put her arms around my shoulders and kissed me.

Of course, I had to rub that ass a little.

"How'd you sleep?" she asked.

"Good," I mumbled.

"Yeah, you were snoring loud."

I looked at her. "No, you were snoring."

She rolled her eyes, playfully pushed my shoulder. "Get dressed. I want you to work me out," she said, doing this fake lil jog in place.

I started laughing, hands sliding down her waist. "Come onnn," I said, nodding toward the bed, "let me work you out."

She turned around real slow just to tease me. "Nope."

Walked off like she ain't know what she was doing.

I sat there hummin low, eyes locked on her ass.