Forever Yours [Series Two of Bittersweet Disasters]

[27] "Don't Deny It, Baby"

♜♖♜ KAIDEN PARKER ♖♜♖

{10:35 am} "BABE, WHY'D I FIND THESE on the kitchen table?" I ask my half-dressed fiancé as I step out into the balcony, holding out a pack of 'Marlboro Lights' cigarettes and a solid black lighter. (At least she's wearing thongs, a sports bra, and my T-shirt stops just above her knees so she's not flashing everybody.)

Standing up straight from leaning on the railing, she pivots around to face me and gives me a weak smile. She flushes bright red as she drags her hand down her face. Slowly. "I'm sorry," she mutters before sighing. "I had some hiding in my purse. While you were sleeping last night, I threw some clothes on and came out here to smoke one. I'm sorry I started again. It's just that"—She inhales a deep breath and then exhales it slowly—"it's an addiction that I can't permanently stop. I'd completely understand if you wanted to break the wed—"

'Sometimes I swear she just rambles on because she knows it personally bugs the shit out of me' I thought before I cut her sentence off by smashing my lips against hers. After several seconds, I tug away and start gently brushing my thumbs against her cheeks as I rest my forehead against hers. "Since when did you start rambling on about stuff?" I ask before chuckling quietly. "You never used to do this. I don't know if I've told you this or not, but personally it bugs the shit out of me."

She shrugs and I move my forehead away from hers before lightly brushing my lips against her temple. "At least, these weren't illegal drugs and/or illegal pot I found on the table," I whisper after I pull away. "Look, baby, I know it's fucking hard to break an addiction. I still have so many days where that little voice in my head has to scold me for wanting to start up again. I know how hard it is. Truth is, I still smoke a cigarette every now and then."

Dezerae forks over a weak smile as she steps up on her tippy toes and wraps her arms around my neck. "Thank you so much for being here for me," she whispers softly into my ear. "I honestly don't think I'd be where I am today if it weren't for you, Trent, Jake, Nikki, Destiny, Devin, and KJ." She then gently kisses my earlobe before moving her lips down to kiss underneath my earlobe.

"I love you, princess," I acknowledge softly as I slip my hand up under my shirt and lightly squeeze her bare ass cheek.

"I love you too," she whispers back.

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{10:56 am} Leaning against the column with my arms causally situated across my defined, sculpted chest, I observe silently as my girl digs through her suitcase as she tries to find something to wear. "What are you going to wear today?" I ask.

"One second," she mutters. She moves a couple things aside before she finally pulls out a pair of black ripped and torn jeans and a white, short sleeved button up shirt. "I'm wearing this," she answers, showing me the jeans and shirt. "Along with my black and white high top Converse."

I nod as I fork over a soft smile. Pushing myself from leaning against the wall, I go over to my suitcase and dig out what I'm going to wear. Quickly, I change into my black jeans and my old football jersey from high school (that surprisingly still fits me like I just got it the other day). I spray on some cologne and grab my white Converse from beside the coffee table. I plop down on the couch and slip those on, tying the laces in a double knot. Standing up, I go over and plop down at the makeup vanity. I open my styling hair gel and squirt some in the palm of my hand. I start running my fingers through my hair and style it up into a Mohawk. While I do that, I spot Dezerae step out of the bathroom from the corner of my eye. She comes over and plops down beside me. I bite my bottom lip slightly as I watch her lean forward (and her cleavage practically spilling out the top of her shirt). "Fuck," I whisper faintly as I watch her.