𝟑. (𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭) 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲
"𝐌𝐢𝐫, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬."
◈
They sneak through the backdoor because they don't want to wake up anybody. Their walk up the steps nearly gets them caught because Zamir stumbles and Kori almost doesn't catch him. I knew this nigga was drunk, he thinks to himself, scoffing.
"But you just tipsy, right?"
"Shut up Jj,"
It's a miracle they make it to Kori's room. Zamir sits on his bed and holds his head, grimacing. Something comes over him. He walks over and stands between Zamir's legs before grabbing his chin, forcing him to look up at him, just like Zamir did in the car.
His breath hitches in his throat as Zamir's eyes meet his, low-lidded and sultry. The tension thickens between them and he just barely manages to get his words out, "I have some advil in my bathroom, Mir."
"Nah, I'm good, jus' tired," As Zamir says that, his hands travel up and rest themselves on Kori's hips. Kori nearly shivers as the boy moves his thumbs in circles against his skin.
"You-" he clears his throat, "You sure?"
"Yea,"
"Aight," he steps back, heart pounding hard in his chest. "I'm finna take a shower, I'll try to leave you some hot water."
"What imma wear in the mornin'?"
"You can just wear my clothes,"
"Underwear too?"
Kori's nose wrinkles, "Hell no."
Zamir laughs softly, falling back into the bed. Kori catches the way his shirt rides up and exposes the tiny bit of his abs. Swallowing harshly, he turns and begins emptying his pockets onto the dresser; his keys, wired headphones, wallet, phone, a baggie of weed, and the pocketknife his dad gave him when he was twelve all land on the wood.
YOU ARE READING
𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐄. | 𝐁𝐗𝐁
Teen Fiction| 𝐚𝐡 • 𝐠𝐚𝐡 • 𝐩𝐚𝐲 | 𝟏. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞; 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ | ᴍᴀʏ 𝟾 �...