Please excuse ANY errors.

November 3, 1998

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

"FRONT DOOR OPENED." Tia's security door announced. "FRONT DOOR CLOSED." It said once I closed it.

I stuffed the keys back in my pocket. I don't know why she has a security door and gatekeepers. I kicked my shoes off in my favorite corner, took off my coat, and walked inside the main door.

"Aye, bay bay?" I called out.

I know she's here. I checked the den first and sat snacks down on the table. Then I checked her office. She wasn't there, so I made my way up the stairs to her bedroom. Nothing. I went into her bedroom's bathroom and she isn't there either. While I'm in here, I might as well wash my hands, because I know how she is. It's routine. Why the fuck does she have also these windows open?

"Tia?" I went back downstairs about to make my way to the basement, but something told me to check the kitchen. I did smell food when I walked into the house.

I noticed she has all the windows open. Why the fuck does she have them open down here too? It's cold as fuck! I opened the kitchen door to see I was right. There she is, bent over in the fridge in her draws. I silently walked closer to her then slapped, grabbed, lifted then squeezed her ass.

"Babe, you can't be doing that. You know Donald has a key to my house now. If he catch us, we-"

I lifted up. "Tia..." I trailed off.

Tia chuckled under my breath then turned around and gasped when she met eyes with me. "Donald? Oh, hey baby. What are you doin' here?"

"Tia, stop fuckin' playin' with me." I leaned against the counter with a serious facial expression.

"It was funny though, right?" She laughed out loud, opening up a pineapple popsicle bar shoving it into her mouth.

"Hell, no. That shit ain't funny." I frowned at her with my arms folded. "What you doin' in just yo draws?" I asked.

"I don't know if you can tell, but I'm hot. Burning the heck up." Tia wagged her popsicle at me then leaned over the counter beside me. "After showering, I got out just to notice that Elijah had the heat blasting. Got right back hot."

"I saw him pulling out the garage right when I was pulling in," I told her.

"Yeah, he left. I didn't know you were coming back. I would've closed all the windows." She said to me, putting most of her weight on one leg.

My eyes went up and down her body as she spoke. "For real?" I said not really paying attention to her words. I can hear her though.

"DUHH, you're a whole reptile. Cold-blooded ass." She laughed.

"Ass... Yeah... I'm not even gon' lie to you, baby. You lookin' fine as fuck as always, so I'm not just sayin' because you damn near naked." I complimented. I stood with a lean with my hands covering my hardening crotch.

"I know." She replied cockily. "Thanks, babe." She smiled.

"Don't thank me. I didn't give you all that. You been had it." I forced myself to look away.

Tia looked me up and down. "Donald, you- you wearin' draws?"

I started cracking the hell up with my head thrown back. "What kinda question is that? When do I EVER leave the fuckin' house without draws? I ain't ever did no shit like that! AND it's cold as fuck outside. You crazy as hell for even thinkin' that." I said laughing again and shaking my head. "You got a whole other nigga living here, why would I come to yo house like that? I do that shit in the comfort of my own home."

"It's something I truly wanted to know." She rolled her eyes still eating her popsicle bar.

"Can you answer my question?"

"Questions." She corrected me, batting her eyelashes.

"WHATEVA, woman." I mocked, waiting for her to answer my questions.

She pulled her popsicle out of her mouth with a pop. "I was curious and that's the ONLY answer you'll be getting out of me." She replied, pointing her popsicle at me.

"ANYWAYS!" I exasperated. "So you just be walking around the house damn near naked when Elijah here?"

"I mean, not really. That's my boy, and he's STILL a man. I literally just stripped out of my- OUR shirt after I heard the front door shut." She replied, fanning herself with her other hand.

"Oh, you look good too as always. Matchin' and shit. You must've known yo man was comin'." I chuckled lowly, with my hand sliding down my face.

"I didn't know anything and you said that already, Donald. Thanks again." She laughed.

"Yeah, I- uh brought the snacks for the movie tonight. They in the den." I pointed to the entrance of the kitchen.

"Movie tonight?" She gave a questioning look.

"The Temptations movie?" I reminded her.

"That's not today. It's tomorrow, Donald." She laughed.

"What? I must've gotten the dates mixed up. I got it on my calendar and everything. I could've sworn- my bad." I scratched my head.

"It's fine."

She took her popsicle bar out of her mouth, slid her hands down the counter, gripping the edge of it, and stretched her whole body with a deep arch.

"Damn," I mumbled.

She slid my arms back up the counter and into my previous position. Tia placed her popsicle bar in her mouth and looked at me with her eyelashes fluttering. I just stared at her silently. She looks like she's trying to hold back laughter.

"What?" She asked me once she took the bar back out of her mouth.

She's joking, right? See? She's ALWAYS playing with me and then acting clueless whenever I question her about it.

I stared at her silently for a little while longer before I spoke again. "You know what you doin', Tia..." I trailed off.

"Yeah, and I'm sure you do too. I'm stretching my body because my back hurts." She shrugged and shoved it back into her mouth.

"That ain't what you doin' and you know it." I squinted at her then snatched the popsicle from her and took a big ass bite. "You fuckin' with me, right?" I asked her.

"I literally just stretched. You KNOW, I have back problems, Donald." She repeated. "I have large breasts, remember?"

"Yeah, but it's the way you did it. All that moaning, the deep arch, and everything else was unnecessary." I told her, chewing the piece I bit off with my back teeth.

"Yeah? Well, my back doesn't seem to think so." She snatched the popsicle from me. "You know I don't like that," Tia said rinsing it off in the sink.

"We swap spit all the time. I don't see the problem with that. The problem is you doin' what you just did and that conversation we had last month explaining that you do that shit on purpose. You been doing this for years just to laugh about it later. Deeper feelings are involved. With deep feeling comes other things..." I pointed at her while I spoke. "What you doin' ain't right and you know it."

Tia took her popsicle out of her mouth, and looked my body up and down, stopping at my crotch for a few seconds longer, then looked back up into my eyes. She slid in front of me and grabbed my hands. She giggled lowly but quickly stopped herself.

"Babe, you're making things up." Tia gave that innocent expression while looking up at me.

I squeezed her hands slightly, shooting her a smile. "When you do somethin' like this, I always seem to be makin' shit up. A'ight, it make sense." My tone held sarcasm.

"It does." Tia agreed, putting the popsicle back in her mouth then taking it back out and grabbing my hand again. "And I'm glad that you agree." She smirked.

Tia stood on her tippy toes to kiss my lips. I've been yearning for these lips since we parted ways this morning. She pulled away for a split second just for me to pull her back in as quickly as she had pulled away. I pulled her tightly to my body as I did, making my erection poke her even more than it was.

I let go of her hand that held the popsicle and grabbed her leg, raising it to my waist. She wrapped one arm around the back of my neck for support and tugged on my goatee with her other. I did the same with her other leg, hoisting her up by the booty, squeezing and massaging her cheeks with my large hands that she love so much causing soft moans to leave her lips. I turned us around and sat her on the edge of the island.

Her hand slid up my shirt, rubbing all over my abs. Tia's hands then traveled to my back, pushing me in closer by my midsection. Leaving no space between us. My lips began to travel down her face then down her neck, leaving a trail behind. I kept eye contact with her the whole time watching her reactions intently. Her moans subtle moans filled the air as well as noises the wet kisses I gave her.

I started traveling my kisses back up her neck and face, but this time I switched between kissing, sucking, biting, and licking. Sometimes doing two of the listed things at once. I pushed her back until her back hit the counter. I lifted her legs onto the counter, multitasking because my kissing, licking, sucking, and biting never stopped.

My head traveled lower and lower down her body. I stopped at the waistband of her panties, paying close attention to her reaction. I'm just wondering if she's going to stop me this time. She didn't, but I pulled away with a devious smirk. I'm very much enjoying her enjoyment of what I'm doing to her body.

Her chest was heaving from the loss of my touch. She shot me a look of irritation, her chest heaving from the loss of contact with my touch. I gave a low chuckle at how desperate she is right now. I grabbed her popsicle and took another big ass bite and threw the rest in the sink.

Her eyebrows rose and she looked at me like I'm crazy. "Did you just throw my popsi-"

"Don't trip." I chuckled, moving the ice around my mouth.

It would've just melted anyways. It hasn't touched her mouth in ten to fifteen minutes now. I leaned my head forward and started back kissing all over her body. Tia gasped out a moan and her back involuntarily arched once my cold mouth wrapped around her nipple. She still has on her bra, but it's of lace material.

"Mmhm." I moaned with her, sending vibrations throughout her whole body.

I moved over to the other breast and did the same thing. Swirling and rolling my tongue then sucking on it while my other hand squeezed her other breast. Tia rolled her hips into my body desperately. One of my hands slid down and my thumb began rubbing her clit in circles through her panties.

"Fuck." She whimpered.

"Mmhm. I like that shit." I spoke in that husky voice that I know gets her going.

I moved his hand down and pulled her bra down. Tia's paying close attention to my actions. I switched back to her left breast, stuck my tongue out, and began flicking it. Then I pulled the fabric from her right breast and put my open mouth against her left breast. I closed my mouth around her nipple. She broke eyes contact and squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure as her mouth fell open. Moaning my name continuously.

"Donald..." Tia moaned with the back of my head in her hand.

"Mmm." I moaned with her. "Mmhm, you like that shit?" I asked and received an even louder moan.

My lips left her breast and traveled down to her navel. I came back up to her face to lock our lips again before I lock lips with her lower ones. I pulled away to watch her play with her nipples. I bit my bottom lip, getting even more turned on. I moved her hands to show her breast the attention they craved.

I reach my hand in front of my body and squeezed my erection for some type of relief. Damn, I'm hard as fuck! My lips travel down to her lower one and I pecked them. I slid my two fingers between the crotch part of her panties while looking up into her eyes. Tia stopped my hand and sat up. I uncupped my erection and stood up straight, surprised by her actions.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked her, looking down at her.

Tia stayed silent, pulled me back in, and pulled me into a heated kiss. She slowly slid her hands down the front of my body. She cuffed my erection. Tia started sliding off the counter and pushed me back slightly to get down. She turned us around to where I was against the counter with our lips still locked now in a lustful kiss.

Tia pulled away from me with a smirk and I just watched her, anticipating her next move. I broke eye contact to stare at her breast. She stopped stroking me through my pants, making my eyes shift to hers, then to her hand that she brought up to her mouth. Tia stuck her tongue out and licked her hand, getting it well lubricated with her saliva.

"You know what you doin'?" I asked her, but the question was more of a joke than serious.

She raised her eyebrows at me, completely offended. Her expression then changes to a let me show you that I know what the fuck I'm doing expression. I shouldn't have said that. Tia opened my boxers with her other hand and stuck the wet one inside. Her hand stroked my bare dick slowly but firmly. I gripped the edge of the counter as my eyebrows furrowed, lips parted with moans escaping from them.

She sped it up and gripped it. Tia then dropped down in front of me into a squatting position. What? I'm taken aback. She pulled my pants and boxers down in a swift motion, making my dick pop out and almost slap her in the face. She moved her head back just in time before it did.

"Maybe I should stop since you seem to think I don't know what I'm doin'? What you think?" Tia asked me, her vaseline-covered lips brushing against my mushroom tip as she spoke. My precum is mixing with the vaseline. She kept eye contact with me while stroking it firmly and at a fast pace.

"Mm-mm, N- N- NO," is all I could muster up, but barely. "Baby..." I moaned. "Ssss- ba- ba- baby slo-" I stuttered, then there was a loss of contact between us. "W- what you stop for?"

Her hands slid down the front of her body and into her panties. I watched her rub her pussy while she moaned giving me a lustful look. She stuck her tongue out and licked my dick from the base of my penis to the tip with the tip of her very wet tongue. Tia started tracing over my veins. Then, she opened her mouth and sucked on the side of my dick, moving her lips up and down the side of my dick. Her hand that isn't in her panties, stoked the other side of my dick. Both her hand and mouth moved at the same pace.

"Mmm," I moaned loudly. She slid her now closed mouth to my tip. Tia took her now wet hand from her panties and grabbed my dick with that same hand and continued to stroke me, using her pussy juices as a lubricant. "That shit sexy as fuck!" I grunted out loud.

She covered my mushroom tip with her full mouth and moved her tongue in a swirling motion. I fucking lost it! "Ahhh, shit!" I cried out loud.

My knees buckled and my legs almost gave out. I grabbed the counter in time. Tia was still able to keep up with me throughout all of my movements. The problem is me being able to keep up with her.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned still swirling her tongue.

"Fuck, baby! You finna make me nut!" I grunted, looking down at her at work.

She looked me in my eyes and moved her head forward, taking half of me in. Her face is all red as she struggled to do so, and she pulled back taking a deep breath before taking me in again. This time, she took most of me in. I can tell she has never deepthroated before by her reaction alone. She pulled her head back, covering my tip again. She started swirling her tongue in a different motion. It's as if she's signing her name in cursive. Her hands still stroking me in a twisting motion.

"Ssss, keep doin' what you doin', baby..." I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut enjoying the pleasure.

"MMM!" Her moaning picked up with mines. Her tongue left my tip again as she started tracing the veins on my dick with her tongue. "Mm-mm, look at me, D." She demanded.

I opened my eyes and looked her in the eyes. "H-AH!" I groaned as she kissed the tip.

I grabbed her face, pulling her up, causing her to stand up. My right leg is between both of hers. When she did, she slowed her stroking down. I brought her face back to mines and we made out sloppily. I grabbed her breast and played with it with my left hand and massaged her ass with my right. She sped up again. I'm about to bust!

She pulled away from the kiss with our saliva still connecting our lips. "Cum for me, Donald..." She said in a sultry tone, her lips brushing against mines. She held a lustful gaze. Tia's hands continued stoking while I started grunting and thrust into her hand. I gripped her ass and the counter for support.

I started cumming. "Tia, I'm- Hooooh! Ah- ah- AHHHHH!"

"Mmhm, let it out, baby. Cum for me."

"AHH- FUUUCCKKKK!" I moaned and grunted, sounding like a whole bitch as cum flew out my dick.

My eyes squeezed tightly shut with my mouth wide open. I slumped over her. Tia held me up with her other hand because I'm not strong enough to stand on my own. She's not even letting me come down. She just keeps stroking. She dropped back down to her knees put me back in her mouth. I shook my head, grunting from her stroking, and had to hold onto the island for support. She took me into her mouth and started backstroking me in a twisting motion. She moved her opened mouth to the side of my dick while stroking me. I came again.

"FUCK!" My legs shook. I grabbed her hand and pushed her head away slightly because she would've kept going. "STOP, TIA." My voice held as much assertive as I could allow it.

She chuckled and stood up. My cum is dripping down her right leg. I gripped the edge of the counter as a way of keeping myself from falling down. My legs are "Baby, what's wrong?" She asked me in a clueless time, but her face? Her face held a devious smirk.

I stared at her silently, trying to recuperate myself. Tia fixed her bra, stuffing her breast back inside of it. I shook my head at her. She grabbed some paper towels to wipe her face and her legs. She trashed the paper towels as well as the popsicle stick that was in the sink when she finished. Then she went to the sink to wash her hands.

"You hungry?" Tia asked me, breaking the silence.

It took me a good seven more minutes to regain my breath. I held onto the edge of the island, but not as tight as before. I let go of the counter with one hand and grabbed my pants that pooled at my feet. I pulled them back up.

"For you?" I walked to her with my legs still a little shaky. I stopped behind her. "Yeah, it's yo turn now," I spoke to her.

her and grabbed her hips from behind. My legs are still slightly shaky. I avoided stepping in the mess I made and kissed behind her ear; her spot.

Tia moaned lowly, moved her head forward, then turned her head just enough to look at me. I slapped her ass. "Not now. You see... My parents are expecting me and have been for the last hour or so. I forgot to give them their food."

"Oh, okay." I nodded. "What that hell was THAT?" I said still in shock from what she did. "What came over you?"

"YOU came all over me. All down my legs, arms, and hands." She replied.

"No, seriously."

"The same thing that came over you when you laid me back. Kissed, licked, and sucked all over me. Well... Not all, but one of the seven deadly sins." She chuckled.

"What you make?"

"For y'all or for me?" She asked smartly.

"Both."

"For y'all, it's bacon-covered lasagna. For me, I made shrimp and chicken manicotti." She turned to me and pecked my lips. "I'm going to go upstairs to clean myself up and put some real clothes on."

"A'ight." I bit my lip, still looking her up and down. "You sure?" I asked her.

"About what, babe?" She turned her body around. We are now facing each other.

I pulled her waist closer to mines. "You sure, you don't want me to dive in face first?"

Her face turned beet red. "As tempting as it sounds... I'm going to have to decline. Again." Tia slid from between me and the sink. "Let me go do what I said I would do." She kissed me before leaving the kitchen.

Damn! I sighed and shook my head. I washed my hands then grabbed the swifter from the closet to clean all of this up. After mopping, I started wiping down the counters and stove with bleach. After I did, I went into the den and sat on the couch. Tia entered the room after about three minutes of me being in here, dressed in lounge clothes like she said she would be.

"What time is it?" She asked out loud.

"The clock is right there and it reads 10:23." I pointed out.

"I was thinking out loud, Donald." She rolled her eyes. "I'm late a heck." She snatched her bonnet off.

"I know what you was doin'. Come here, you know I'm just fuckin' with you." I laughed.

"They finna ask me a bunch of questions but I'll just blame you." Tia shrugged with a chuckle.

"Why me?" I frowned.

"They won't chastise you at all, but me on the other hand..." She laughed.

"So a lie?" I asked her.

"Nahh, Donald!" Tia replied sarcastically with pursed lips. "It's better than telling them what I was REALLY doing. They don't need to know all that."

I chuckled at her. "Better? Not to me. What REALLY happened sounds much better than what you should've done." I joked. "Besides, you forgot before I even arrived. You must've forgot that you was damn near naked? You wasn't planning on leaving, be honest."

"You must've forgot that you was almost naked." She mocked, living her head side to side.

He caught up to me and opened the door for me. "Why you got a attitude for?"

"I don't, Donald. Can you help me close these windows, please?"

"Are you asking me or thinking out loud again?" I asked and she just mean mugged me. "Okay!" I jumped up and we both went around the house to close the windows.

"Still hungry?" She exhaled.

"Mmhm. I forgot you made somethin' that quick." I said as we made our way to the kitchen.

Tia opened the oven and took the food out. "Take as much as you want, but not more than half because I'm taking the rest to my parents."

"How you gon' say take as much as I want then give me a limit?" I tilted my head at her.

She laughed. "True, I'm sorry." She pecked my lips.

"It's cool. I only want like a third. Splittin' it three ways between the three of us." I told her, closing the cabinet and holding my plate.

"Awww!" Tia cooed. "My man so considerate." She pinched my jaws.

I moved her hands, laughing. "You know I hate when you do that shit. What about Elijah though?" I asked Tia, taking the foil covering off, standing behind her.

"Elijah's at his man's house. I could've moved." She said looking back and up at me.

"I don't want you to." I nestled my face into her neck.

Her shoulder flew up while laughing. "I wanna remind you that I don't have nose plugs and there's hamburger meat in front of me."

"Oh, yeah!" I quickly moved her over and out the way.

"Damn, you could've warned me." Tia squinted at me.

"You made it through, Tia. My fault though. I could've." I plopped my portion on one of the plates I grabbed.

"You stayin' the night?"

"I am staying the night," I said cutting a portion of my portion, then microwaving the smaller portion.

"Wanna come with me to drop the food off?"

"I don't mind." I turned to Tia with a shrug.

"Let me go get my shoes out then," Tia said jogging out the kitchen.

I went to get my shoes too and went back to the kitchen. "You leaving in those shorts?" I raised my eyebrows. "It's cold as fuck out there."

"It is not cold. You trippin'." Tia shook her head and stood up, once her shoes were on.

"Yo ass the one trippin'." I grabbed the covered food and walked towards Tia.

Tia grabbed the keys. "I'm driving."

I opened the door. "After you." She walked out and sat in the driver's seat of the golf cart. "Is that my shirt?" I asked. "You love my shit. I know what to get you for Christmas."

"OUR shirt, remember?" She smirked and pulled off.

"That IS my shirt. You know, I was looking for it last time I was over here too?" I pointed out. "My FAVORITE shirt."

"Don't I know it. I just washed it the other day. Why does it suddenly becomes your favorite shirt AFTER you find me wearing it?" She laughed.

"Because when I FINALLY see it again, I'm reminded how much I love it," I told her.

"I think it's because the woman you love is in it." She said being cocky.

"Yeah, I'm definitely starting to rub off on you. That's another reason though." I chuckled.

It only took like three minutes to drive to the guest house. "Drive crazy a hell!" I said hopping out of the car. "And you talk about my driving."

"The difference is that you be on the REAL streets with OTHER cars driving like a madman. I'm just on my property." She spoke to me as we walked up to the door.

"I drive like the good citizen I am," I said fixing my imaginary collar.

"The hell you do..." Tia shook her head at me, amused, and knocked on the door.

"You right, I do." I smiled widely at her. "I'm the best damn driver and you know it. How I look? I'm meeting your parents for the first time and I'm thooo nervous. What if they don't like me?" I spoke in a nerdy tone.

"Donald," Tia said laughing. "You play too much. I cannot with you!"

Tia's mother opened the door. "It's about time you showed up." She said jokingly and let us in.

"You see, Donald here distracted me and I forgot. Another reason is that I finished cooking later than I thought." Tia nodded towards me.

"Sure... Blame me." I replied monotonously and handed her mother the food.

"Hey!" Daryl said walking to us.

I closed the door. "Wassup, Daryl." We shook up.

"Why you so late?" Daryl asked Tia.

"Blame Donald." Tia smiled proudly.

"And her other lie about finishing the food late," I added.

Tia elbowed me with a scoff. "He knows it's partially his fault."

"Ahh, so the daughter lies to the parents?" Daryl raised his eyebrows.

"No! Ne-VER." Tia chuckled throwing her hand out like Marlon did on White Chicks.

"What'd you make this time?" Daryl asked Tia.

"Bacon-wrapped lasagna."

"Ohhh, another experiment on the parents?" Her mother chuckled.

"Yeah, she been making all kinds of stuff. Using us as lab rats so she can make it more often." Daryl rolled his eyes playfully. "A couple of these things that you better be lucky YOU didn't taste of hers."

I made a noise under my breath. Funny thing is that I've tried to get a taste. "You know, I tried..." I mumbled, giving it a double meaning.

"DeVanté..." Tia trailed off with furrowed eyebrows.

"Huh?" Her mother asked. "What'd you say?" She asked me then turned to Tia. "What'd he say?"

"You haven't died," I replied to them lying of course.

"Oh, I thought he said something else." Daryl laughed.

"Alright, can you tell if this one tastes better than the other dish?" Tia said turning on her heels. "See y'all. I love y'all, but I gotta go." She said opening then walking out the door in a rush.

"We love you too." Her parents told her.

Tia sat in the golf cart while I spoke to her parents. I've been meaning to talk to them about something for a little while now. I just was never able to get around to it.

"I'll talk to y'all about it later..." I trailed off.

"Later? You should've been thought about that, but alright." Daryl shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't want her to ask too many questions. You know how she gets." I told them.

"In other words, suspicious?" Daryl eyed me.

"Yeah..." I nodded. "I probably should've waited for this, so we could REALLY talk about it.

When I finished and made my way outside, I saw Tia pulling off. I took off running after the cart. She stopped the cart, cracking the fuck up and I hopped in.

"You deadass tryna leave me?" I asked her taking a deep breath.

"I thought about it, BUT this was a joke. I wasn't gon' really leave you." Tia drove off.

"Could've fooled me," I mumbled.

"Why'd you do that back there? Why'd you stay behind?"

"They ain't hear me, so it's cool." I shrugged, ignoring the second question. "What I said is true anyways. I DID try AND you were the distraction. I don't know why yo ass was in such a hurry."

"Now my mom is kinda hard at hearing certain things, but I'm SURE dad heard what you REALLY said. That's embarrassing, Donald." Tia said to me, ignoring my last statement.

"Sue me," I said getting out of the cart.

"Bite me." Tia got out of the cart.

"That means I would have to turn into you. Ms. Vampire in Georgia." I smiled. We burst out laughing for a little while.

"I don't draw blood, though." She pointed at me.

"You almost did a few times though." We walked to the den. "You and Dalvin are fuckin' wolves or some shit. He always sniffing around for new information and you biting people." I said to her.

"Kiss my fabulous ass," Tia said plopping down on the couch.

"Turn around, but you might push me away." I laughed. "Oh, shit! I crack myself up."

"Yeah, you said it right. You crack yourself up because it wasn't funny even in sarcasm." Tia raised her eyebrows. "If we wolves then we should run a zoo because you look like a giraffe," Tia told me, moving her neck back and forth. Then she got up.

"Where you goin'?" I asked her.

"To wash my hands." She replied.

"Oh, yeah." I followed her to the bathroom. She washed her hands and grabbed some paper towels. I washed mines right after she did. "Babe?"

"Yes, Donald?" She looked at me.

"I'm sorry for saying what I said over the phone and around your parents. I should've said any of it." I said drying my hands.

"I accept you apology. I'm sorry for trying to leave you at the guesthouse."

"I thought you said you wasn't?" I asked

"Don't ask questions." She pointed at me, laughing.

"Wow, see..." I wagged his finger at Tia.

"See what?" She asked.

I shook my head and we both walked to the den and sat on the couch. She sat on the other end. "Why you all over there?"

"I just sat down, mindlessly. I didn't know you'd go ALLLLL the way to the other end."

"I always do. I don't bite unless you want me to." I moved closer to her. "What's up?" I whispered near her ear.

"Nothing," Tia leaned forward, slightly lifting up to grab the remote. When she sat back down, she moved away from me.

"You been a lil off since I got here. What's up?" He said moving closer. "I know you not hot no more. Speak to me, baby."

"I have not. I'm just... You know, what I mean." Tia nodded trying to make it seem like she knew what she was about to say, but I can tell she doesn't.

I chuckled. "Oh, how the tables have turned. No, Tia. I don't know what you talking about. Tell me." I leaned over to kiss her neck. "What's up?"

Tia but her lips. "A Bernie Mac comedy sketch is on. Let's watch it." She spoke with a smile and clicked on the TV.

"Okay. When you ready to say what's wrong, tell me. I probably can fix it." I leaned back into the couch with my arm wrapped around her.

Then I grabbed her legs to drape them over mines and rubbed my hands up and down them as we watched the commercials.

"Hey, babe?" Tia called out in a high-pitched tone. I turned to her. "It's nothing you did or didn't do." She reassured me, rubbing the back of my hand.

"Thank God." I chuckled with relief then turned back to the television.

I thought she was upset about what happened earlier this morning. We got into a slightly heated discussion before I left. But it was nothing serious, she just ain't want to kiss me before I left.

I felt her "Donald, I'm ovulating." She spoke up once more.

"Oh..." I trailed off. "Oh!" I said in realization and stopped rubbing on her legs. "My bad."

"Yeah, I don't want you sitting here getting too lost in your thoughts trying to figure out what's up with me. We talked about this. You did nothing, except for feeding my hormones with your mindless doings." She chuckled.

"Yeah, my bad." I nodded as the comedy special came back on. I missed the beginning of it.

"Ion give a fuck what's wrong with me, I go to the doctor! Splinter! Nosebleed! Backache! I run my wife crazy like a mothafucka. I had gas the other day-"

"Hell, nahh!" I howled out laughing.

"I was fuckin' the other day and a sharp pain came from my nuts all the way up to my left arm. She said, "Ahh, right there!" I said, "Come on, wipe ya ass! Come on, take me to the hospital." You KNOW you sick when you stop fuckin'! You get scared-" Bernie Mac said on the television.

"This nigga dumb as fuck!" I said laughing. "You hear this?" I pointed to the television.

Tia silently nodded with a chuckle. "Yeah..." Tia yawned again which made me do the same.

"You know, old parents used to fuck you up with that ol' phycology. My mama used to tell me, "See when ye daddy get home, imma have him whoop yo ass! Now go on outside and play. How in the fuck you gon' play us into pressure like that!?" Bernie yelled.

"Hell yeah!" I hollered at the TV. I definitely can relate to that

I was tuning in and out. MOSTLY out.

"See y'all women- that pussy is a bitch! Pussy been killin' this world for a LONG time... You know, I'm so sick of pussy, ion know what to do, man. That pink mothafucka make me SICK! That pink bastard ain't nothin' but a DAMN DRUG. Don't tell me! I'm wearing the patch right goddamn now!" Bernie said to his audience and they were rolling.

"You heard that? One hit of it and niggas be hooked." I said laughing.

Tia yawned again. "I think- I think I'm- I'm going to go to bed." She moved her legs off me.

I looked into her eyes. "Already?"

"Yeah, I'm sleepy." Tia stood up.

"Goodnight, then," I told her. "Imma watch this."

"A woman got the powahhh!" Bernie yelled and Tia walked out.

"Don't I fuckin' know it!" I hollered, watching her leave the room, but listening to Bernie Mac.

I'm not going to lie, I was sleepy as fuck after what she did to me in that kitchen, but I was willing to stay awake to have some of Tia. The cold night air is what REALLY woke me up.

Damn! I forgot to grab the food I put in the microwave before we went outside. I'm going to wait until it goes back to commercial break. I know I'm going to have to warm it up again. If you ask me, she does NOT look tired. It was like she was forcing out her yawns. She doesn't go to sleep this earlier MAJORITY of the time, we end up sleeping around the same time. I think she just made up an excuse like she usually does. I think I know EXACTLY what she left to go do...

As soon as commercials came back on, I rushed to the kitchen and turned back on the microwave. I grabbed a bottle of water but was also thirsty for something else. I looked through the fridge. Apple juice... Green juice... Fruit punch? No... Orange juice? Yes! I grabbed the last orange juice that I know is most likely Elijah's, but that nigga ain't here, so fuck it. The microwave dinged then I grabbed my plate and juice and headed back into the den just in time.

I finished my food before the comedy special ended. It only took me a few minutes into me sitting down to do so. It was delicious, bacon on anything is good. I've been wanting to go to an actual comedy show for a while. I haven't been in a long ass time. After it ended, I stood up and stretched my body out. I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes I messed up and to throw away my trash.

I went upstairs and showered for the night. I moisturized my skin, threw on a tank top, and some basketball shorts. I made my way to Tia's bedroom down the hall. When I tried to open the door it seems to be jammed. I twist and turned the handle then pushed the door open. When it opened, my eyes took notice of her quickly throwing the blanket on herself. I chuckled under my breath and walked inside.

"Fuck is wrong with your door? Like it was jammed or some shit." I said pointing to it with my thumb.

Tia leaned on her elbows, chest slightly heaving. "Do you ever knock?" She asked me and I knocked on the already opened door. "I know you did not just break my door?"

"Did you not just hear me?" I asked her.

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