Forever

Gianni Summers

Storming up to my room after Elijah dissapeared, I go and take a long shower. Refusing to cry.

If anyone deserves better than this shit it's me. I'm a grown ass independent pregnant momma and I never needed anyone's approval or anything and I certainly don't need it now.

If he has a issue with the way he feels thats on him and his personal problems.

Scrubbing my body down, I can't help but to remember how his body felt against mine. How he sets my body on fire. How he moans my name, throws his head back or how his body shakes uncontrollably when he's about to burst. Damn he's hot.

All of the sudden, his smiles, his laughter and the little things that he makes as if it makes him mad but then I catch him smile secretly like when I roll my eyes or when strands of my hair gets on his suit jacket and when I steal from his plate or sip from his cup.

How he acts mad about having to carry me to bed from the couch but then makes sure he kisses my forhead and whispers goodnigh