KEHLANI

"You sleep?" He asks through the FaceTime call. I've been waiting all day for him to come over but he gave me the same reply each time.

"No i'm not." I let out a yawn which makes him chuckle in return.

"Stay up for me mama." He replies. If it wasn't a waterfall before, it's definitely a waterfall now.

"Where are you?"

"Outside your crib." He says before ending the call. I jog over to the bathroom and take my braids out my bonnet before going downstairs.

I open the door and he's standing there with flowers- pink roses. I've never been gifted flowers before unless it was from my dad so I didn't know exactly how to react.

"Nah these ain't for you, they for my girl." He chuckles as he steps into the house.

"Oh where she at?" I look around the room but he pulls me towards him, maintaining eye contact.

"Take these flowers." He passes them to me. I look at them for a while before looking up to him.

"Thank you, they so pretty." I giggle as we walk up to my room . Fortunately at the bottom there was already a jug of water, I just needed a good place to put the flowers at.

"Why you following me weirdo?" I say as we get to my room. He pauses and waits outside as I set the flowers on top of my dresser.

I look behind me and he's no longer upstairs. He moves so quickly and silently, it's hard to keep track of him.

I jog downstairs and he's looking around my pictures in the living room. He turns almost immediately once im in the room with him.

"How did you know-

"I can smell you." He says before looking back to the pictures on the stand.

"Oh you trying to say I smell?" I roll my eyes as I plop down onto the sofa.

"Nah, I just know what you smell like." He replies before sitting down next to me.

"What do I smell like?" I question him and he thinks for a while.

"I don't know how to explain it, I just know it's you. You have your own smell. So does your house." He chuckles.

"My house? What does that smell like then?" I tilt my head at the question.

"It's not natural like yours, it just smells like vanilla and coconuts."

"Nearly everything I use smells like that so you're not wrong." I reply.

"Of course it does." He says sarcastically which makes me mug him.

"What you trynna say?" I jerk my head back.

"That's every girl's go-to scent." He raises his hands in defeat.

"So you've just been to every girl's house for you to know that?"

"Shit yeah, basically." He chuckles as he leans back in his seat, slightly lifting his hips in the air.

WRITER NOTE: when boys do this and their sitting manspread 😩

"Ok Amir." I roll my eyes as I face the empty TV. I know he's enjoying this and I shouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you." He mumbles to get a reaction out of me.

"Who's jealous of you?" I scoff but he doesn't buy it.

"You." He replies. I grab a pillow and throw it at him but he dodges just in time before throwing one at me, this time it connects.

"You think you funny?" I roll my eyes as I get up from the couch. He pulls me back down aggressively and slightly hovers over me.

"I didn't get my kiss." He says lowly from on top of me.  I pout my lips and he aims to kiss them but I move away from his face quickly.

"You aren't going to." I giggle before pushing him off of me, running to the kitchen. I open my pantry and search for what I want.

I feel his presence from behind me and soon after his veiny arms wrap around my waist. He gently kisses my jaw then my neck and keeps his focus there.

"Movee from mee." I try my best to sound as if I want him to go but his touch is mesmerising. I refrain from letting out a moan as his kisses against my neck deepen.

"You want me to move?" He whispers against my neck. I turn around and wrap my arms around the nape of his and pull him in for a kiss.

He kisses me hungrily, wrapping his tongue around mine. His hands find their way down to my ass and he grips it firmly. A moan escapes from my mouth into his. He pulls away before something else starts, leaving a smile on both of our faces.

"What you doing tomorrow?" He asks me.

"I was invited to a show/podcast thingy that I have to go to and i'm doing my hair- fuck. My hair." I look around the kitchen to find a pair of scissors.

"What's wrong with the hair you got in right now?" He asks as he sits down on the stool.

"I want to switch it up." I say as I grab a plastic bag from one of my cabinets.

"What you doing next?"

"I'll show you once it's done." I reply and he nods. He eyes at me for a while before smiling.

"You taking it out right now?" He asks me and I smile shyly in return.

"I would wait until you're gone but it's already 10.30 and I know i'll get too tired." I tell him but he doesn't seem to care.

"Let me help you." He stands up, putting his hand out to grab the scissors. I think about it for a while before passing it to him.

"You know what you doing?" I ask him and he looks offended.

"I'm nigerian, of course I know what i'm doing." He sucks his teeth which causes me to laugh. He can do and say the simplest things and it's hilarious to me.

"Don't cut my hair Amir, please."

"You cut the first one so I know where to cut." He passes me the scissors and I do as commanded. He looks at the stray braid for a while before bursting out of laughter. I push him away playfully but he's still laughing.

"What's funny now Amir?" I roll my eyes as he wheezes for breath. If this was under any other circumstance I would laugh with him, he has one of those laughs that are funnier than the joke.

"I just thought your hair would be longer." He clears his throat, stopping himself from laughing further.

"Don't do thatttt, I did a big chop like 2 years ago." I explain in defence.

"Our hair is probably the same length at this point." He jokes once more but I can't help to laugh at this one.

"Just take it out Amir."  I roll my eyes and he begins to smirk.

"Woah, you're moving a little fast." He says sarcastically. For someone who barely laughed, he did make a lot of jokes.

"Not your dick, my braids." I point at my braids and pass him the scissors. I knew he wanted to make another joke but he ignores the temptation.

"With your short ass hair." He mumbles before cutting off another braid.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

WRITERS NOTE:

This was probably a boring chapter but I just love chapters like these when they're just talking and getting to know each other.

Since they aren't together yet, I'll write a lot of chapters like this until they are familiar eau other.