𝖮𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝑆𝑘𝑖 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑘.

' 006! '

𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬.

"Come on, it'll be fun."

Stokeley was doing everything in his power to usher me into his home built studio. After a long night of us talking for hours on end and him discovering all of my notebooks in the bag that I carried with me everywhere that held endless lyrics, he dragged me out of bed at 4 AM, leading me downstairs to see all the equipment that I could only dream of having.

"Whoa." I gawked.

"You like it?"

"Are you kidding me? I love it!" I ran my fingers over the keyboard in front of me making different sound with each key.

"Sooooo," Just as I looked back at him, he snatches my keys away from me that also held my USB with all the beats I've ever worked on and plugged it into his laptop. I smacked my teeth as he sat down in one of the chairs then pulled me onto his lap.

I watched as he scrolled through the list of several different files, he landed on the one I never truly finished just a hook and part of a chorus that never went anywhere. It was called 'Collide unfinished '.

"You made this?" I nodded and looked at the soundboard.

"Damn, what can't you do?" It was rhetorical, the way he smiled told me so.

I watched silently as he reached over for my notebook that was laid out on a counter behind us, flipping through pages to find the one that matched the beat. Typically I'd be very closed off with my things, but we both agreed on no more secrets. I was comfortable with him and he seemed to be with me as well.

"Sing this for me, I wanna know what type of melody you hear with this."

I took hold of the notebook and read the words over for a second before allowing my eyes to fall shut and my voice to takeover. "I know you think that you know me, but you ain't even see my dark side. This is for you only, so baby do me right, do me right. We can go all the time, we move fast then rewind, when you put your body on mine and collide, collide."

As my eyes fluttered open I felt the unknown tension flood the room, within an instant I could feel those familiar butterflies erupt my stomach. Let's freeze and delve into that for a second.

Think about it: Stokeley has been my crush for years.

I used to admire him from afar rapping along to metal clinks and terrible beat boxing, metaphor after metaphor, and it never dawned to me that one small encounter could change everything.

I was sitting in his lap. I repeat: sitting in his lap and we're in a fucking studio. Music was a shared passion of ours and the fact that I was even this close to him was insane. Especially after a short amount of time I felt like I knew him for years.

It also doesn't help the fact that he's attractive as hell.

I felt his eyes on me, and the fact that he chose this song for me to work on was now setting in. I wrote this song while fantasizing, and now I'm embarrassed because it was about him. Before I knew him of course and I was a seventeen year old frustrated virgin... I still am.

I shifted uncomfortably before my eyes widened at a groan that obviously left his lips due to the slight friction. I even heard a mumbled, "Fuck it." before I was lifted from my seat on his lap and placed onto the the table in center of the studio with his body perfectly in between my legs.

I won't lie to you, the look in his eyes shook me up a bit. The usual brown eyes were now darker as they stared at my face intently. My hand felt like they weren't in my control as my arms wrapped around his neck, a moment of silence allowed our lips to connect. Slow at first, but the more we pressed together the hungrier it became.

His teeth bit down on my lower tier and a gasp escaped my mouth, our tongues eased into a swirl of dominance and for that moment I lost myself within him.. but in a good way. I felt all types of corny sparks that I never felt with anyone else.

His lips soon departed from our sweet connection but quickly made way into a sensitive attack against my flesh, my lighter skin probably prone to become visibly red and bruise like. But that was the least of my worries, it felt so good. My nude colored nails raked through his short dreads, even allowing a soft moan to leave my lips.

That seemed to set him off because I felt his jeans tighten against my bare thigh. I became so distracted with sensation that I didn't notice his fingers unbutton my shorts and slip underneath them before the cold pads touched my clit.

His actions were subtle but rough and that's what caused the pool between my legs, something he felt around and groaned at the feeling of. It wasn't long before those two fingers were circulating at my pearl and did it's best to make my body tremble.

It took everything in me to try and keep my composure but my failure to hold in my moans and the now tight grip on his wrist showed I was doing the complete opposite.

My eyes rolled back in pure bless and I thought on all the times that this could delve deeper, maybe into me losing my virginity to him. My ex-boyfriend never even made me feel this confident in pleasure. Boyfriend... wait, he has a girlfriend. Fuck.

"We can't do this!" The buzzkill was fucking tragic. I managed to stop him and shove him back in panic. This caused him to yelp and quickly curse at me after catching his balance. I saw the fury and confusion in Stokeley's eyes and that made me feel even more guilty. I've been cheated on and that's not fair to Jasmine. I grimaced at the name.

"Yo, what the fuck."

I hopped off the seat and buttoned my shorts, trying to quickly grab my things. I shoved all my books into my side bag and patted everywhere for my keys. I was scattered brained and a million things kept haunting me. I needed to get out of there. But I can't find my fucking keys.

"What's wrong? Did I do something?"

Keys. Keys. USB! Laptop! Found them!

"Valerie!"

"What, Ski!?" I froze in my spot and looked at him. His eyes softened once he noticed the alarm in my face and the fact that I called him Ski. "What did I do, V?"

"You have a girlfriend. We can't be doing thi-"

"We're not even together!" He threw his arms out in disbelief.

"That's obviously not what she thinks, it's not fair." I shook my head and headed towards the door upset, we just made up a day ago and here we are again. "I've been cheated on, it's not fucking fun. I refuse to be the reason why that girl is heartbroken."

Stokeley stayed silent but once he saw me move to the door, he managed to get before me and block the door. "I'll end things with her, I want you."

I sighed, "You don't even know me."

"I know enough," He argued.

"You don't want me, Stokeley." I stated.

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "Yes I do."

I took a deep breath and studied his face for a long time. I couldn't break my morals, this wasn't an option. No matter how bad his gaze pulled me in, how hopelessly I crushed on him, I was better than this and I can fight it. Even if I wanted to kiss him again... and again... and again.

"I'll do anything for you to give me a chance."

"Well, that sounds like a personal problem. I don't cheat and neither should you. If you want me so bad then you're going to have to show me, but don't break that girls heart. She's human too."

I managed to push him out of the way and make my way outside of his home to my car, feeling a pang in my chest as I stepped further away from him.