I had this intense buzzing in my head. Groanin' into the pillow, I found strength to sit up. Shit, I could smell my own breath.
Scratching my chest I took seconds to figure out my surroundings. This ain't my room...
Next to me, I felt a warm body. Lookin' down at my waist, I was covered by a sheet. Carefully, cause my head hurt, I turned to the body.
Kira? What the... My mouth must of hung open for at least a minute. Did we? Peakin' over in the trash bin, I seen the discarded condom. Yeah, we did.
I watched back, as Kira's chest rose n' fell. Her hair was messy; made her look sexy. Along her neck and shoulder, down to her breast were small little marks. I remember doin' that.
I rubbed my head cursing myself. What the fuck did I do? Damn. Elise can't find out; no one can.
The bed moved, Kira turned away. The sheet slid a little bit and her back was exposed to me. Fightin' the urge to touch her, I rose up outta the bed.
Clumsily gettin' dressed, I slipped out the window. Good thing I was careful, cause Kira's window is high. As if, I had committed a murder or somethin', I fled the scene.
My mind was racing with thoughts. I was drunk, I ain't know what I was doin'; kinda. Kira was the only person, I could turn to...
The walk to my house gave me time to think. Bits and pieces of last night crept their way, into my memory.
Her moans, her cries, her touch. Kira had a tigh—
Stop it. I mentally told myself. I gotta baby on the way, I gotta girlfriend, and Ion need no drama.
Once home, I ran in, showered. Brushed my teeth and laid in my bed. I know Kira probably gon' be angry or whatever when she wake up. But... I couldn't stay there.
If I did... We'd just end up doin' it again.
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A week later
"O'Shea! Kira's on the phone!" My pops yelled to me, from the kitchen.
I shook my head at him. "I ain't here..." I whispered loud enough for him to hear.
He frowned at me then hung up. That was the third time this week. Ion have the guts to say anythin' to Kira right now.
What can I say? Scratching my chin, I focused back on the TV. Pops came through the livin' room and checked me.
"Whatever you done, make it right." He exited and went on his way.
I nodded only half listenin'. I had to go see Elise. She had been nagging me bout, comin' over. After that fight we had, I stayed away from her too.
She gives me a damn headache sometimes. After an hour, I bounced over to her way.
She was on her porch, with one of her little ghetto friend. "Sup y'all?"
Leanin' down I kissed her cheek. She grabbed my face and kissed me roughly.
Her friend, I think her name Chantel; Ion know, and Ion care. She, scoffed. "This nigga."
"Was anybody talkin' to you?" I snapped, directing my attention towards her.
Elise giggled. "Baby where you been?"
