Tyla's POV
"We're going to the spa afterwards" she says after I ask for the 10th time.
"Okay, so you're not gonna tell me where we're going first?,"
"Nope,"
I shrug and look out of the window.
I want to make her my passenger princess but this nigga won't let me drive most of the time!
I huff.
"What's wrong my love?," she says.
She suddenly swerves the car to the left, making us end up on the side of the road, and I look at the other car in shock.
People can't drive.
She exhales, switching gears and we get back on the road.
"I want to make you my passenger princess," I answer her question.
She laughs softly.
"You won't let that go will you?,"
"No,"
She puts her hand on my thigh and I almost fold.
Almost.
She starts rubbing her thumb on my thigh and I fold.
Quickly.
"It's never gonna happen," she says.
"Okay. If you were straight right,"
"Mhm,"
"What kind of niggas do you think would be attracted to?,"
"The small niggas. Smaller than me so I can throw them around,"
"I'd go for chubby niggas. They're like teddy bears you know. I find them very cute,"
"Is that why you chose me?," she asks.
"Not fully but it's half of the reason why I chose you, in the beginning,"
"You think I'm cute?,"
"Shut up,"
She chuckles.
She continues rubbing her thumb on my thigh.
My period needs to be over so I can stop being so mad.
Maybe I just like the attention that comes from it.
"Have you ever sucked dick before?,"
"You won't believe me, but yeah,"
I look at her in shock.
"You were on your knees for a nigga!? You?," I say shaking my head.
"I know I know,"
"Did you enjoy it?,"
"No. It felt disgusting. Ugh," she says shivering in disgust.
"I also did. Surprisingly I liked it, I liked it a lot," I say waiting for her reaction.
Her eyes widen and she tilts her head.
"That's why you suck strap so well then," she says and now my eyes widen.
"If you had a dick I would suck it," I say to her.
"Of course you would, baby," she says holding my chin and turning my head.
"Uh," I mumble as she rubs my cheek and my thigh with her thumb.
She kisses my forehead and lets go of me when the light goes green.
...
We get in the chiropractor's office and she, the chiro, tells me to lie down.
I had to remove my black leather dress and I was left in my black leggings and a lime green crop top.
Stretch marks looking sexy.
"Lay down on your stomach," the lady says.
I lay down and she starts, moving my bones I would say.
They hit just the right spot on my shoulder and I sigh in pleasure.
"Good girl," they say and I look down at the floor in shock.
"Are you trying to sleep with me?," I ask the lady.
"I might be," they say and continue discombobulating my bone structure.
Why would she say something like that?
Why would I ask a question like that?
What does Tae think of this?
Probably nothing.
..
The lady is done and I sit on the bed.
"WHY DO YOU THINK NIGGAS IN PARIS IS CALLED NIGGAS IN PARIS,"
"Cause niggas was in Paris,"
Tae pays and we go back to the car.
"Have you ever been in a high speed chase?,"
"Yeah. That's where I got this scar," she says pointing above her left elbow.
"I was with Bree and we had just had a shootout, unexpectedly the police came and we had to go'
"This was a year before we got together, you and I. So I was driving and I turned too quickly and the car flipped to the side. It kept on moving while on the floor and my arm got scratched pretty badly. Well not a scratch obviously. I went to the hospital, lied about it then got stitches. Once it healed it became this," she finishes.
I touch it and raise my eyebrows.
"I thought it was a tattoo to be honest,"
"You're not the only one,".
"What did you learn from the experience?,"
"Not to be a gang member,"
"I think I got with gang members a lot when I was younger because they always made me feel protected. Like, everytime I was in a dangerous area unknowingly, they'd make sure that I was okay and still checked up on me afterwards. They made me feel safe,"
"You never felt safe as a child,"
"Yeah'
"That's also why I'd usually date tall people. Hugging them makes me feel safe because they're covering me all around,"
"That makes a lot of sense,"
"In what way?,"
"Sometimes you hug me out of nowhere. You won't be sad, or any intense emotion, just a hug you know. Don't get me wrong I enjoy them, they just make more sense now,"
I nodded in understanding.
"That's why I'm also scared of healing. Because if I get to a point where I don't seek safety in other people, what if I don't like them anymore?. Like you? I don't want to not like you anymore. I wanna be with you for the rest of my life," I say feeling emotional.
I put my head in my hands.
Tae's POV
My heart warms up when I realise that we feel the same way.
I pull over and park on the sidewalk.
I go out of the car and walk to her side. I open her door and she walks out.
I wrap my arms around her.
"Don't listen to the fears in your head baby, they're fears not facts. We're gonna be okay, okay?,"
"Okay," she says in my chest.
We stay like that for a while and now it feels better than before because I know I make her feel safe.
"You wanna go home?,"
"No, let's go to the spa," she says and leans more into me.
We stay in the hug for a while with her wiping her tears and me comforting her.
Words can't explain how much I love her.
"Do you feel better now?," I ask her pulling back a bit and looking at her face.
"Yeah, I don't want to go to the spa anymore," she says and I check my watch.
"We missed the appointment anyway,".
We go back in the car. She sighs and rubs her eye.
"Can you teach me how to roll a blunt?,"
"Why?,"
"What if I wanna be a pothead,"
"Let's get you home,"