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Chapter Two

“And remember nobody but Laila, Geo, Bo, and Braum little girl, promise me,” my mom says, fixing her earrings.

“We’re just watching movies mom,” I say, adding another bag of popcorn to a white bowl.

“Your Father and I will be back before midnight, alright? And no sleepovers… Of course, Laila, but no boys,” she says, walking towards the garage.

“I got it mom, 100%,” I say, she swings open the door joining my dad in the garage and leaving on. Right when they leave, Laila and Geo arrive.

“We brought pizza and candy!” Laila says, taking the things down to the basement. Geo joins me in the kitchen to help me transport the popcorn bowls and bring down drinks. “Where is Braum? Doesn’t he live across the street?” Laila asks, when we walk downstairs.

“He must be waiting for Bo,” I say, setting everything out. “Just get the movies ready, I’m going to go call him,” I say, heading back upstairs. When I make it, there is another knock on the door, and I go to open it. Greeting Bo, Braum, and Demetra. “Oh, Hi everyone,”

“Hey baby,” Braum says, scooping me into a kiss. “I hope you don’t mind we invited Demetra,”

“It’s fine,” I say, letting them in. “Everyone is in the basement,” I say, pointing towards the open door. We all walk downstairs, Laila and Geo greeting everyone with their same polite optimism they usual do.

“First movie on the list, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies!” Laila says. “My personal favorite,” I get comfortable on the couch with Braum, sitting in his lap. My mind everywhere but the movie in front of me. Me noticing the way Demetra kept looking at us, how Bo seemed upset about something.

“Are you alright,” Braum whispers, before kissing the back of my neck.

“Yes,” I say, finally paying attention to the movie. When it finishes, I move to replenish the drinks and get more snacks, Braum following after me.

“Are you sure you’re fine,” he asks, following me into the kitchen. I drop the trash in the trash can, moving to the cabinets. “You seem off tonight,”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, looking back at him. “I’m fine,”

“I know you like the back of my hand Deya,” Braum says, pulling me into him. “And I know when you’re upset, and you seem pretty upset,”

“I just feel weird…. About her,” I say.

“Are you jealous?” he asks, with a quirked eyebrow.

“Jealous? No!” I say.

“It’s okay to be jealous my love! I get jealous all the time,” he says. “I don’t always tell you, but I hate boys looking at my baby,” he says, pulling me into a kiss.

“I’m just overreacting honestly,” I say, he smiles.

“No, you’re not, this is a normal reaction…. Listen, my parents are gone for the rest of the weekend, why don’t you and I have some alone time, just you and me,”

“Just you and me?” I say, he nods kissing me again. “Just you and me,” he says.

“Sounds perfect,” I reply. Someone clearing their voice pulls us away from each other, Laila waiting at the entrance of the living room.

“We’re all waiting,” she states, walking over and grabbing the bowl of popcorn. “Can’t this wait?”

“We’re coming,” I say, pushing her towards the door. We all go back downstairs and finish movie night, in the end Bo drives Demetra home, and Laila sleeps over.

“So, do you think tomorrow is going to be the night?” she asks, jumping into bed with me. Her breath smells like fresh mint.

“You mean sex?”

“Of course, I mean sex, you’ve done everything else under the moon,” she says.

“I think, it will be,”

“Are you excited?” she says, poking me in the side.

“As excited as I’ll ever be,” I admit.


“You look beautiful,” Braum says when he opens the door, he pulls me into the house sweeping me off my feet. He shuts the door with his foot carrying me into the kitchen. “I thought we’d start the night with some dinner,” he says, setting me down on the counter.

“Sound delicious, what’s on the menu?” I ask, turning on the counter and seeing plates already set up.

“Your favorite, Shrimp casserole” he says, before kissing my cheek. “But I was thinking, we can just skip to dessert,” he whispers, kissing behind my ear. “You certainly look delicious,” chills run through my body.

“Wouldn’t want to waste your hard work,” I say, pushing him away. He walks around the counter handing me my plate, and a fork. “Thank you, my love,” I say.

“No thank you, I love you baby,” he says, kissing me on the cheek.

“I love you too,” we eat dinner on the counter, before Braum carries me up to his bedroom. He had candles lit waiting for us, the room smelled like roses and his cologne. The bed was made for the first time in forever, and rose petals were spread everywhere. “It’s beautiful,” he wraps his arms around my waist, kissing the back of my neck.

“Perfect just like you,” he says, before spinning around. “I don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you babe,” he starts.

“No, I want to do this,” I press our lips together, hungry for more. “I want you,” I whisper. He lifts me up carrying me to the bed, dropping me down. He helps me get undressed, his fingers leaving fire down my body. “Braum,” I whisper, as he pulls my legs apart, his face in the crook of my neck.

“Ready?” he whispers.


We made love all night long. I never thought I would love someone as much as I loved him. When we were together, it was like everything was molded together, like we were one person. I never saw anything but him, I couldn’t see anything but him.

It was just me and Braum. Braum and Me. “I shouldn’t have missed your performance,” Braum says, as we lie in bed together. His fingers rubbing circles around my back. “I knew how important that was for you,”

“There’ll be others,” I say, lifting my head and looking down at him. “I know how important this internship was for you,” I whisper.

“Nothing is more important then you Deya,” he whispers, I lean down pecking his lips.

“Ditto,” I smile. The next morning, we’re woken to the sound of loud knocking coming from his front door. We both get dressed, greeting my mother and older sister at the front door.

“You said you’d be at Laila’s” my mother says, crossing her arms. I look over at my sister, who gives me an apologetic shrug. My mom grabs my wrist pulling me out of the house. “We have one rule Adeya! One Rule!”

“Ma!” I shout, she drags me into the house.

“Did you too have sex?” she asks.

“Ma,” I say, she crosses her arms.

“Did you two have sex?” she asks again.

“Yes,” I admit, she leans against the front door pinching the bridge of her nose.

“You’re going to send me to an early grave girl,” she whispers. “Were you two safe?” she asks.

“Of course, we were mom! I’m not an idiot!” A knock on the door pulls us away from our argument, my mother opens the door and Braum waits on the other side holding my things. My mom snatches my things away.

“You used a condom right Abraham?” she says.

“Yes ma’am,” Braum’s face begins to turn red, as he stares at me. I just mouth sorry, praying she leaves him be.

“Does your parents know you were only with my daughter?”

“Mom,” I plead.

“No ma’am,” Braum says.

“Now I trust you boy, and trust has to be earned, this will never happen again understand?” she says.

“Yes ma’am,” he says, my mom closes the door handing me my things.

“Room now,” she demands, I don’t waste time running up to my room. When I close the door, I drop my things on my bed running to my window and pulling it open.

“I had a really great time,” I shout out at Braum, who was crossing the street to his house. He turns around looking over at me, a big smile on his face.

“Me too!” he shouts back.

“I love you,”

“I love you too,” he blows air kisses, before returning to his house.

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