Erik N'Jadaka Stevens.
Top student in his graduating class at the Naval Academy. The youngest graduate to do so.
Erik excels at M.I.T. studying bioacoustics and sonic warfare. Hounded by Tony Stark to become his protege in Malibu, Erik sets out to f...
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"Keep me safe in your arms Safe in your arms There's a warmth in your kiss Don't let go from my grip (Feels so good in your arms)
You wanna know how to hold on the low You wanna stay, wanna flow, wanna own You give me love and you make things roll Make me feel something new, something old"
Cleo Soul – "When I'm in Your Arms."
Disa heard Erik fumbling from off the accent chair in the living room. No doubt he was surprised to find a blanket draped across his slumbering frame when he woke up. She had tiptoed to her room to change out of a wrinkled dress and wasted silk underwear.
Sitting on her porch, she sipped on a warm mug of raspberry tea.
"Morning sleepyhead," she called to him through the screen door.
Erik wandered out, rubbing the top of his braided hair. He stretched his arms and stared out across the street. Disa's house had a delightful view of an empty plot of land filled with thin trees and a rotting wooden fence.
"What time you get in?" he asked.
He planted himself next to her on her porch chair swing.
"Around three."
"How'd it go?"
He had a slick grin on his face. She couldn't hide her disappointment.
"It was good until it got weird."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"You just wanna hear nasty details, not my feelings about it."
"Give me both... but start with the nasty shit first."
She pinched his shoulder.
"Are you okay, though? Nothing physically bad happened, right? Do I need to stomp on a nigga or two?"
