a year —- one whole year, and there she was finally, tan skin, contrasting against his crisp white bedsheets, hair disheveled, and the remain’s of last night’s lipstick still faintly smudged across her plump lips. given her roots, she’d imagined it differently, not the sex because the sex was great —- not that she had much to compare it to but from what she’d seen and heard from friends, the television, and gossip magazines, it was perfect —- she’d just imagined it to be on her wedding night ( the way her mother, and her mother’s mother had taught her it would be ). she isn’t complaining though because deep down, she knew it was right, it was the MOMENT aisha had been waiting for —- it felt right, he felt right. she was nervous but within the first few minutes, she found the butterflies in the pit of her stomach being replaced with something else —- desire, maybe ? she couldn’t place her finger on it and although unfamiliar, she couldn’t get enough of it. when she wakes up the morning after, she’s staring at the boy at her side in admiration. ❛ you’re awake ? ❜ she murmurs softly, leaning in to press is her lips playfully against the tip of his pointed nose. ❛ last night —- ❜ aisha blushes, her full lips curling into an affectionate smile. she’d wanted to say it last night, actually —- she’d been wanting to say it for quite some time now but her nerves had always overcome her, but now, seemed as good of a time as ever. she breathes in a deep breath, her pupils flickering over him nervously. ❛ i think —- ❜ the model nibbles down on her lower lip apprehensively. ❛ i love you. ❜
