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caashmoneynae · 5 months

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QUICKIE.

METHOD MAN x BLACK!FEM!PLUS-SIZED!OC

SUMMARY: in which Clifford wants a quickie before Teja goes out with her friends. ✨

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"𝗝𝗔𝗭, 𝗜'𝗠 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡' 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗦 𝗪𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞. 𝗜'𝗗 𝗕𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡' 𝗠𝗘." Teja chuckled, adjusting her breasts in her black spaghetti-strap body-con dress, as Jazmyn giggled and Teja playfully rolled her eyes at her as if she could see her, pushing her brown silk-pressed hair behind her shoulder while she took in her appearance.

(A/N: pronounced 'TEA•JUH')

Teja's hair was styled in a classic side part as it flowed down her back and stopped in the middle of it, a gold 'T' necklace sitting around her neck while two medium-sized gold hoops rested in her ears. her wrist held a gold bracelet that her boyfriend Clifford had given her for her birthday last month and her left ankle held a golden anklet with a heart on it while her lips were glossy and sparkling with lipgloss and she ran her fingers down her dress to smooth out the ruffles in it, her slightly chubby fingers running over her pudgy stomach while she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.

plus-sized or not, she looked good, and not even a hating ho could deny that.

"i'm sorry, T, i'm just so excited! i can't wait to go out and celebrate this promotion, i'ma get lit as fuck." Jazmyn smiled as Teja chuckled and gripped the hem of her dress, pulling it down a bit so it wouldn't expose her goodies.

"trust me, i know that feelin'. now can i get off the phone and finish gettin' ready?" Teja asked, raising a brow at the house phone, as she rested her hands on her hips and heard shuffling before hearing Jazmyn's voice.

"don't get smart with me, girl. but yes, you can. see you at the club, T!" Jazmyn exclaimed, enthusiasm in her voice, as Teja smiled at hearing how giddy she was and she let out a soft chuckle.

"see you at the club, Jaz." the call soon ended after this, and Teja's eyes scanned her appearance for a second time, taking in her glowy skin and laid hair while a small smile crept onto her face.

"man, i look too good." as if on cue with her soft words of praise, Clifford popped up at the doorway of the bathroom, and Teja looked over at him as she watched his brown eyes wander down her body.

"what you all dressed up for?" Clifford asked, running his tongue over his lips, as he leaned down to her and gave her a kiss, wiping her lipgloss off of his mouth while Teja smiled at him.

"my girl Jaz got a promotion at her job today and she wants me and the rest of the girls to go out with her tonight," Teja explained, a smile on her face, as Clifford slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands resting against her pudge while he kissed the side of her neck, "Cliff— uh-uh, baby, no. we not 'bout to do this right now."

one thing about Clifford, if he was in the mood, you'd know it. the first thing he'd do is kiss your neck, and he knew that was one of Teja's weaknesses, so he always used it to his advantage.

"you look too good for me to let you leave without diggin' you out first," Clifford smirked lowly, making Teja playfully roll her eyes, as Teja felt his hands caress her thighs and his lips inched up to earlobe, "let me just stick the tip in."

"you know damn well you ain't never gave me just the tip," Teja laughed, earning a chuckle from Clifford, as the male gently kissed her earlobe and Teja shivered at the contact, "you make it so hard to resist you, boy."

"good. that means i'm doin' a good job," Clifford chuckled, kissing the side of her face, as Teja giggled and rested her hands on top of hers, "just gimme a few minutes and i'll let you leave."

"a few minutes, Cliff?" Teja asked, emphasizing the word "few", as she felt Clifford's hands slide underneath her dress and she bit down on her bottom lip, her back pressed up against his broad chest while he peppered kisses on her shoulder.

"a few minutes, shorty."

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"o-ohhh, shit! yes, yes, yesssss!" Teja cried, her left leg resting on Clifford's shoulder and her anklet grazing his earlobe, as her eyes rolled back so far that her irises were no longer visible and Clifford peppered kisses on the side of her neck, marking her with a few hickeys while he continued to slam his hips into hers.

to be blunt, this was their fourth round, and it had been almost an hour since they first started, but Teja was unaware of this. it's safe to say that Teja was right to be hesitant in accepting Clifford's "few minutes" of pleasure.

"oh, God, you feel s-so good, baby!" Teja moaned loudly, tightly gripping and scratching up his back, as Clifford smirked slyly and let out a low groan of pleasurable pain at feeling her nails dig into his back, his lips inching up to her earlobe while he gently tugged at it with his teeth.

"you sound so pretty when you moan for me like that, shorty," Clifford mumbled raspily in her ear as Teja's jaw slightly dropped at hearing his husky tone and her legs subconsciously spread wider, "i'm makin' that pussy feel good, huh, gorgeous?"

"y-yes! o-oh, my— ooooh, shit!" Teja squealed, her knee grazing her shoulder, as Teja's brows furrowed at his tip slamming into her spot and she suddenly slapped at his back, "right there!"

"right here, ma? huh? i hit that spot?" Clifford smirked, purposely aiming his hips to hit her erogenous zone, as Teja's eyes rolled back and she held onto the male tightly, high-pitched moans and cries leaving her lips while her nails dug deeper into his back and left behind battle scars.

"y-yes! oh, yes! aw, shit, i'm 'bout to cum, baby!" Teja announced, her legs beginning to shake, as Clifford kept his pace the same and continued to thrust her spot, causing her climax to come crashing down almost immediately after her outburst.

her juices cascaded down her inner thighs and Clifford's shaft as it coated the sheets, drenching them in her arousal while her man continued to fuck her through her orgasm. his strokes gradually decreased in speed and Teja whimpered feebly at the change in pace before weakly slapping Clifford's shoulder, making him chuckle.

"nigga, you only said a few minutes." Teja whined, her voice raspy and her throat sore, as Clifford let out a soft laugh and looked down at her, resting his forehead on top of hers before kissing her lips.

"You shoulda' knew I was lyin', baby, this pussy too good to only be in it fa' a few minutes."

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1-800-adoreyou · 2 years

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Leo DiCaprio imagine: Red

1.2k words

"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end / Street / Faster then the wind, passionate as sin..."

“I did it, Baby! I got the part!” Leo’s animated voice announced into the phone’s receiver. “I’m gonna be Romeo!” His breath was heavy, almost in bewilderment.

My heart swelled with pride, a grin spreading across my face. “That’s amazing, Leo! I’m so proud of you.”

“We’re going to celebrate!” Leo beamed, clearing his throat. “You don’t need to get dolled up, just put on something comfortable and be ready in an hour!”

The line clicked, making me realize he had hung up. A chuckle left my throat as I stood from my bed, darting over to my closet. Something comfortable must have meant a sweater and jeans, seeing as how it was early February.

Leo had been yearning after this role ever since he stumbled upon the audition sheet with his agent, and good friend, Rick. There had been many nights where I would find him in the dining room, pacing about and reciting lines in the wee hours of the morning.

His commitment to acting was extremely endearing. He never stopped until he knew it was right, even if that meant losing sleep for weeks. I had helped a few nights, reading Juliett’s lines; That usually turned into him giggling like a little boy when he got to kiss me. I had always responded by playfully smacking his arm and pulling him in, a smile etching its way across my own face.

* * * * *

The door opened as I walked down the staircase, fixing my boot. The most beautiful boy stood tall, a bright smile across his face. His dirty blonde hair was disheveled, strands covering his face. “You look stunning.” Was the only thing he said, his grin growing.

He raced over to me, stopping when his chest was about to touch mine. His brush-stroked eyebrows were pinched up, his smile stretching across his whole face. His long, ivory fingers cupped my cheek and I turned into his palm to lay a kiss upon it.

His left hand found its way across my waist, forehead gently resting against my own. “Kiss me, you goof.” I giggled, wrapping my arm around his neck.

Leo didn’t need to be told twice, he crashed his pillowy lips against mine. His kisses were always passionate, no matter how tired or upset he was. Deep relishing kisses. The type of kisses that made your knees weak and want to sink into him. So passionate. Like red.

We broke apart a minute later for air, the atmosphere quiet and comfortable. I cupped his cheeks in my palms, admiring his beauty and enchanting eyes. “You have no idea how proud of you I am.” I laid a kiss upon his cheek, which made him grin.

“As much as I adore holding you,” he started, fingertips roaming the valley of my neck “but I do believe our daylight is running out.” His fingers found mine and he darted for the door, my feet just barely keeping up.

It was exhilarating. Whenever I was with Leo it seemed like all my fears and doubts would melt away, like he was my umbrella deflecting everything ‘wrong’. But now, as we run down the gravel path of our house laughing and giggling, I realize just how much I cared for him.

The beautiful autumn colors whizzed past us as he pulled me to his car, parked at the end of the gravel path. His maserati sat at the end of the driveway, a silver stallion just waiting to be mounted.

The sound of honey poured from his lips, a deep sound. It radiated into the air, seemingly to make the sun brighter and the leaves around us enhance in color.

My own laughter escaped my throat, almost tripping over my feet against Leo's pounding momentum. I couldn't blame him, this could possibly be the role of a lifetime.

He came to a sudden halt, which made me fall into his back. Couldn't even warn me, apparently. I rolled my eyes, a chuckle escaping my mouth. He turned and offered me a smile. Damn, that smile.

The passenger door opened, and he led me inside. I thanked him, and he just ran to the other side of the vehicle.

Where we were going? I had no clue. With Leo we could either be driving to a fancy restaurant or, we could be going to a field of enchanting flowers and mushrooms. I adored that about him.

I looked out of the window as he stepped in and overturned the engine. The sound of our favorite song being spewed from the speakers, funnily enough, which was 'Killing Me Softly'.

When I first met Leo, we were at a highschool party which we had both crashed. We bumped into each other on the dancefloor and started talking. We talked for a while until this song came on. He had asked me to dance. And we did. We danced together for the rest of the night.

"I heard he sang a good song!" Leo sang, rolling down the windows with a grin. "I heard he had a style" with one hand on the wheel, he interlocked our fingers.

Looking over at him, I caught myself gazing into his diamond eyes. "And so I came to see him" I laughed, staring into his twinkling blues. "And listen for a while."

About a few songs later, we came up to a dead end street that lead the way to a flower field. My head snapped over to Leo, who pressed on the gas. Confusion washed over my face, why did he speed up?

"Hey, Honey?" I asked him, looking over.

His expression was set in determination, his mouth quirking to the side in a smirk. "Hang on!" He said, letting his foot's weight rest on the pedal.

Was he actually going to speed into a field? There's no way. Although the determined glare said otherwise. My hand flew into the air and grasped the 'oh shit' handle. "Leo," I warned.

"We'll be fine!" He yelped, now flooring it.

Houses and people flew past us, almost making my head-spin. "Leonardo!" My grip tightened. My heart rate started to escalate, in a few moments it would be pounding against my ribcage.

"Trust me!" Was all he said, his dirty blonde hair being whipped around by the air. His eyes started to shine, if that was at all more possible.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe the calm look in his eye or, maybe it was because I loved him but I trusted him. I trusted him completely.

Thank God this was a dead end street.

The transition from concrete to grass made the car jerk. Leo swiftly wrenched the wheel to his left, making both our bodies tug to one side. A screech left my throat as the car spun full throttle, but somehow Leo kept it all under control.

The car spun to a stop. Once the car had stopped, Leo and I started giggling. I knew he would somehow keep us safe.

"See? 'Ya just had to trust me." He looked over at me, a bright smile flashing across his face. "C'mon, our picnic dinner is going bad."

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hayleythesugarbowl · 7 months

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ok but them—

no one will ever compare to 90s heartthrobs i’m sorry like say what you want about them now but then—

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technicallyliv · 3 months

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Young Christian Bale >>>>

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warhysteria · 9 months

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pics of chino moreno and max cavalera :3

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armymenlovemoniquetaitague · 4 months

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Leonardo Di Caprio

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poeticblkboys · 2 years

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Kadeem Hardison, Def by Temptation, 1990

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paisholotus · 6 months

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Ch. 5

Narrative

Sonya, their mother, set the table with the food, plates, and sliverware. Nalae got home from her date—her very first date, by the way. She told her mama and pops that she invited him and his uncle over to dinner. Sonya and her husband, Malik, were disappointed because they were unable to see her leave on her date.

Sonya & Malik

Tisha and Anthony are in charge when they can't be here, and they were told that she laid down the law before she left. Tisha can be very violent and threatening, especially when it comes to Nae and Mar, but she is mainly protective of Nae, who has never been on a date or had a boyfriend.

Sonya and Malik became aware of Mar hanging around the boy Nae went on a date with. Mar told them about Marcus, or Lucious, if you will, and that they were friends. And about him missing school and his grades dropping, he promised them he wouldn't miss any more school and would get his grades back up.

He told them that Marcus was a good person; he simply did bad things to survive. His mother knew all too well about doing bad things in order for her family to survive.

His parents recognized that Marcus hustled to make ends meet, but that didn't mean he wanted the boy around their daughter. When Malik and Sonya moved into this house and into this neighborhood, they stopped hustling, killing, robbing, and so on.

Are they proud of it? Of course not, but a parent will go to any length to make sure their kids are straight. But their pops promised to be on his best behavior tonight and not get disrespectful in any way.

Sonya was the type of person who had the biggest heart. She was caring and understanding. She would invite you to dinner, bring you fresh baked goods, etc.

You'd think she's just a nice, friendly mother, and you'd be right. But she does those things all the time just to read people. Outsiders, to be exact. That was her job; it was how they got money and safety connections. It's how Malik got to be a doctor; it's how Sonya got to be a lawyer. Did they cheat their way up there? Possibly. But don't get it twisted; they worked their ass off to be where they are now. Sonya is an amazing lawyer and has legal connections. Malik is an extraordinary doctor; whenever things get bad, he has to do things you pray about later.

Sonya got to know the people around her. By reading you and knowing every detail about you, even the secrets your own mama doesn't know about, But, once again, that was her job. She was the brains, and her husband was the one who had to go 'handle' things because her husband wouldn't allow her to. Not that her husband wasn't intelligent; in fact, he was extremely perceptive. He was never the yelling or getting in your face type of mad. He was calm and collected; he was very much a watch-and-listen type of person.

Their mother chopped up mint leaves and mixed them into the lemonades. She made a peach raspberry lemonade and a regular lemonade. She put them in the fridge to chill. She walked out of the kitchen to the bottom of the stairs and yelled to see if the kids were ready.

Tisha had also told her mom she had a boy coming over to dinner too. She said the boy she invited was also friends with the boy Nae went on a date with.

Nae sat on the high stool in her bathroom while Tisha was flat-ironing her hair. She cut her ends, which were shorter than usual. She had her hair straight with a swoop and whispy curls on the ends. She got up, thanked her sister, and even asked if she wanted her to do hers.

Nae's and Tisha's hair

Tisha had long, curly hair like Nae's when they were little kids. When Tisha first got into high school, she cut it into a pixie cut. She sometimes let it get longer into a bob but would cut it again.

Nae finished Tisha's hair, and she thanked Nae, leaving the bathroom and going out of her room to finish getting dressed. Nae walked to her full-length mirror and checked herself out. She added two gold necklaces, plus her name plate necklace. She doesn't know what to do with her shoes, so she puts on her white-forced ones.

Nae's and Tisha's outfit

In Tisha's room, she looked at herself and thought she looked good. Tisha wasn't a dressy type of person. She was more tomboy-like. Tisha was comfortable with her sexuality; she was confident with a touch of arrogance and cockiness. She was bold and blunt; she didn't care if what she said hurt your feelings. Because, probably nine times out of ten, you probably had to hear it: She could absolutely be an asshole when she wanted to be.

Tisha put on a gold necklace and rings on her fingers and put on her brown Air Force ones to match her outfit. Her mom and pops would tell her she was showing too much skin, but they would honestly be arguing with a brick wall. Because Tisha was going to do what she wanted. She had the records to prove it. The many times Tisha has been in and out of jail, she would have made any other mother give up. But it wasn't because Tisha liked fighting; she was the type of sister to fight Nalae's battles because she constantly stayed bullied. And Tisha wasn't going for that shit.

So her parents won't be mad at it. They were taught to look after each other, and their mom told them that violence wasn't always the answer. But that concept came in and out of the window when it came to disrespect.

She walked out of her room and went into her cousin's room, saw both of them in there, and told them to come downstairs. They figured Nae was already downstairs. They walked into the dining room and helped with whatever else their mama needed help with.

Their mom cooked smothered fried chicken, collard greens, mashed potatoes, and a peach cobbler. Oh, and honey-butter corn bread. We can't forget that.

There was no cooking better than their mom's. Their pops can throw down too, especially on the grill; ribs were his specialty.

Tisha and Nae told them to behave themselves. They rolled their eyes and nodded. A knock on the door stopped what they were doing, and Nae anxiously checked herself while their mom went to get the door.

She opened the door to see two of the boys holding flowers and the other holding wine. She introduced herself and welcomed them in. The light-skinned boy said his name was Marcus and gave her the flowers from his uncle, saying he couldn't make it. She took no offense to it and told Marcus to say thank you for the flowers. And the dark-skinned boy said his name was Caine and handed her the bottle of wine.

She gave them a big smile and told them to follow her into the dining room. When they walked into the room, the smell of the food hit their noses. Marcus and Caine shook their hands and were told to sit down at the table.

Marcus looked at Nalae and smiled at her. She looked so beautiful; he swears that every time he sees her, he notices something new about her. He thought she looked beautiful with her hair flat-ironed. And he couldn't help himself to stare at her figure in the dress; to him, she had the perfect amount of body. Slim waist, but she had a small amount of chub in the stomach, but he doesn't mind that. She had wide hips and thick thighs. But Marcus didn't just want to fuck her; he had actual feelings for her. And it seems they were getting stronger every day.

Marcus and Caine's outfit

Nalae looked at Marcus and thought he looked so fine and handsome. His smile gave her butterflies. Her feelings for this boy continued to grow day by day. He was smart, funny, and ambitious, and he made his own music. He told her that was something he was really passionate about. Just everything about him drew her in.

She wondered why his uncle didn't come with him; maybe he wasn't feeling well. But it was sweet of him to get her mom some flowers. That made her smile. She looked back at Marcus and smiled at me, causing him to smile softly back at her.

Caine looked at Tisha and thought she looked sexy as hell. Tisha was tall, slim-waisted, and had a big ass. Caine was 6'9, so he could still look down on her. Tisha was all dat; they've been talking for a couple of weeks, and they have almost everything in common.

He noticed Tisha that day when she and Anthony dragged Lamar away, mad that he was hanging around them. So the next time he saw Mar, he asked him to let him holla at his big sister, and Marc gave him her number. She didn't want to give him the time of day at first, but he kept bugging her, and she caved in. She told him if he wasted her time, she was going to cut him.

But since that day, they have been talking every day. Hanging out every other day, he just hasn't met a girl like her before, and to say she was already his and didn't know it was an understatement.

Tisha smirked at Caine and saw how fine he looked. They had been talking for some time, and if she was being honest, she genuinely liked him. And that's saying sum, because no nigga or bitch could give her feelings.

Tisha wasn't the relationship type. But to her, Caine was different. He was smart, funny, and nonchalant; he was overall cool and collected. And her favorite thing about him was that he matched her sex appeal; that man was freaky. They matched each other's personalities well. But what she enjoyed was that they had real ass conversations about their future, and she liked that.

-Time Skip-

They were an hour into dinner when Marcus and Caine introduced themselves to the family. Marcus told their mom that both of his parents were dead and that he now lives with his uncle. He told them he was the only child and that he hustles.

Caine told them that his father was killed by police brutality. He has two younger sisters and one older brother. He also said that he hustles on the side with Marcus to help support his mother. He graduated high school early, and he and Marcus grew up together.

Sonya tells them both that she does not judge or think lowly of them for what they do, but that she understands they do it to survive.

But she also told them that when people hustle, it's to better themselves, so once you've made enough money for yourself and your family, you and your family should leave your environment so you can live a better life.

Because, even if there are people who enjoy street life, the majority of them do it to better themselves for their future. So don't waste your time trying to be someone you're not.

Through the meal, Marcus and Nae exchanged glances and flirted with each other a little. But it was harmless; they were in front of her parents. Sonya asked Marcus about his date with Nalae, and he said he took her to have dinner with him and his uncle.

Sonya teased him, saying, "Oh, you were making sure your uncle approved of her, huh? Had to make sure she was up to par." She said, playfully crossing her arms. with the rest of the table agreeing. Marcus chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Something like that." Eating some peach cobbler and complimenting Sonya on how good it tastes

"So did he approve of her?" She asks him. Marcus looked up from his plate and looked around the table as they stared at him, waiting for an answer. Marcus looked at Nae, gave a sincere smile, and said, "Yeah, he did. He said he liked her. And to bring her over again." Nalae gave a shy smile and told Marcus to tell his uncle, Thank you for having her over.

Marcus picked up his glass, staring at Nae, and said, "You look so beautiful; thank you for inviting me." Nae's face got hot, and she told him he was welcome to come over any time. Sonya looked at the two and smiled, thinking they were cute. She looked at her husband, who stared at Marcus and Caine with a stotic expression; he ain't said but a few words the entire dinner.

But that was his way of figuring them out.

Caine had also said that Tisha looked beautiful and that he liked her outfit. Tisha wasn't too fond of the word beautiful; she didn't mind it, but she knew that wasn't the word Caine wanted to use. So she said, "I know that ain't what you wanted to say. You can say it. I look fine, don't I?" She questioned him, and the table busted into laughter. Except for her daddy, who glared at the girl.

When dinner was over, Marcus and Caine volunteered to help with the dishes, but Sonya said it was ok that Ant and Mar were going to do them. Sonya gave Marcus and Caine leftovers to take home to their families and extra cobbler. Marcus got a call saying that he had to leave, but he enjoyed his time. He walked over to Nae, who looked at him shyly and gave him a hug.

He smelled so damn good, he lifted her lightly off the ground, causing her to giggle. He placed her down and kissed her cheek, telling her he'd call her later. Caine went to hug Tisha and tried to kiss her cheek, but she smushed his face away, scrunching up her face, calling him ugly.

"Yeah, ok, I'll call you later." He said, smiling, walking to the door. Sonya walked behind them and thanked them for coming. She held out her arms, giving them a small smile. Marcus gave her a small hug, taking in her warmth. It's been a long time since he's felt motherly love, and if he was being honest, he liked the feeling. She let go of him, cupped his cheeks, and told him to be safe. She hugged Caine and did the same action, also telling him to be safe.

She opened the door, and Caine was the first one to walk out. Marcus felt a tug on his jacket and looked to see that it was Nalae. She went to hug him again and kiss him on the cheek. They stared into each other's eyes and slowly leaned in and kissed. It only lasted a minute before he mumbled that he had to go and that he'd call her later. He gave her mom another smile and walked down the steps to his car, where Caine was waiting.

Nae stood at the door, waved bye to them one last time, and watched them pull off.

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