drake was thankful that he didn’t spend too much more of his time arguing with mateo because the last thing he wanted to do was ruin this night with hazeema, especially on her birthday. he chuckled as she twirled around and smiled, watching her. his eyes were full of love and anyone could see that even if they didn’t really know him. she meant more to him than anything else he truly was happy with her. he laughed at her suggestion and wrapped his arm around her waist as she flung herself toward him. he leaned down and kissed her back, his lips moving against hers. he hummed against her lips, his hands gripping her waist. he knew he couldn’t take this too far because she was drunk but he still wanted to kiss her and give her some sort of attention. he parted as he heard a group of people whistle and slid his thumb over her bottom lip, “why don’t we go inside and get you ready for bed? my babygirl needs some rest.” he announced and nudged her nose with his.
the way that he was kissing her made her feel elated, like she might just float away the second he let go of her. why don’t we go inside and get you ready for bed? my babygirl needs some rest. bright eyes locked on him, all but glistening as they got big to match the pout on her lips. “i don’t wanna go’bed,” hazeema slurred, snaking her arms up to wrap around his neck tighter, pulling her face closer to his and starting to kiss him deeply again. her touch felt different than it normally did, less hesitant, less nervous. not caring or even really thinking about where they were, hazeema pressed herself against him, leaning fully with one of her legs popping up behind her like she was in some kind of romantic comedy. she giggled into his mouth, sighing sweetly and never wanting their touching to end. but, she did have to breath. laughing, breathless, lips puffy and smeared into a faded red from the intensity of their kissing, she pulled back and looked up to him with eyes filled with excitement and love. her expression softened, hand grasping his and cutely toying with his fingers. “take me upstairs,” she hinted in an angelic voice, a bashful grin tugging at the corner or her lips and making a dimple appear.










