Samir's hands were behind his head being used in place of a pillow, currently laid out on a blanket with his eyes on Nina, watching her take pictures of herself while using the morning sunrise as lighting.

They were currently in Galveston at Stewart Beach, which is where Samir worked as a diver during the week. They drove here at four in the morning to watch the sun come up together, and the hour long drive was filled with Nina talking his ear off; his new favorite obsession.

Before arriving, they stopped to pick up food from Waffle House for breakfast, and Nina had just paused on eating her Bacon Cheesesteak Melt meal to catch the early morning golden hour.

"You so pretty Tinkerbell." Samir's eyes glistened from the sunlight as he stared at her, watching her lips pucker out to make a kissy face before she leaned down to put him in the picture as well.

"Huh? Say it again for me baby." She held down the white circle to record a video while returning his gaze, though hers was much stronger than his because he became so nervous that he had to look away.

"Stop it Nina." He threw his arm over his eyes but that didn't help deter his visible shyness because all she did was pull it down, then she turned his head to make him look at her camera.

"You so handsome my baby." She kissed his bottom lip a few times before it turned up from his smile, and it grew with a laugh when Nina playfully slid her tongue over his teeth.

"Yup I need all that." She opened her mouth to suck on both of his lips, then laughed with him when he pushed her head away.

"You're insane. You need to get that checked out." He told her, and all she did was shrug as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

"You love that shit boy." She chuckled, lying down next to him on the blanket with her head propped up in the palm of her hand.

"Speaking of shit, I've never heard you cuss before." She raised her leg to be over his waist, and his hand went to rest on her thigh.

"Yeah and you curse a lot to be married to a pastor."

"Right? He hates it. He hates when I watch or listen to things with cursing in it too, but I never stopped; I cursed when he met me, cursed before we got married... I've always been a cusser. I'll cuss in my casket, really." She shrugged again, and Samir laughed at how serious she seemed.

"Does he?" He curiously asked.

"Sometimes. When he's mocking me or when his dad pisses him off. He doesn't do it casually like I do though, and I try not to do it so much around him. I think I only do it around him when I'm mad. And he's usually the reason why I'm mad so he always deserves it."

"I don't mean to make you sad or anything, but why have you stayed so long? It's like he always makes you feel a way, like either sad or mad." Samir wondered aloud.

"There's things that he's said, and my parents too..that are kind of instilled in me. Tyler always that nobody will ever love me like he does, and then in those messages that I found, he told Brit that I'm incapable of being loved at all. When something is repeated so often, you start to believe it whether you want to or not." She expressed.

"You don't actually believe that, do you?" He turned his head to look at her, and she only shrugged in response.

"So nobody has ever tried to get at you before? Seriously? You expect me to believe that?" He rose an eyebrow in a questioning manner.

"Obviously, but I know that they only wanna fuck. Nothing beyond that; and that's not loving me."

"Have you ever gave anyone besides me the time of day to confirm that's all they wanted?" He asked, causing her to go silent, which was a 'no'.

"You don't have to listen to them. You are your own assurance. Tell yourself good things and believe yourself just like you believe them. We are who we want to be. If you want to be lovable, then you are lovable."

"That was a mouthful and you didn't stutter not once. I'm proud of you." Nina smiled softly, reaching up to rub his face.

"Thank you but don't try to change the subject." He looked over at her again, and a matching smile graced his face as she threw her head back to laugh.

"I think he told you those things because he doesn't want you to go out and see if it's true. He's afraid of losing you—and with the type of person he is, I'm sure it's because you are the only one who could love him. He's projecting his insecurities on you."

"You remind me so much of my papa. He used to tell me the same thing; well, about my dad. He didn't get the chance to meet Tyler. I think if he would've, me and Tyler would've never been together." She chuckled, though it was more sad than funny.

"He sounds like a great man then.. and I think that's why you're with Tyler. Because he's like your dad, and that's all you know." He said.

"You just love clocking me, don't you?" Nina's smile was still on her face as she reached up to wipe away a tear before it could fall.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to, or to make you cry.."

"No, no, it's okay. Don't apologize. You're right, about everything. It just hurts to hear the truth. I need to hear it though." She rubbed his chin hairs, lowering her eyes to meet his.

"I'm sorry." He apologized again, but it didn't seem like he was referring to him reading her like an open book.

"About what?"

"That nobody loved you or was there for you like they should've been. And the only person who was there was taken away from you. You didn't deserve that." He spoke softly, watching her eyes fill with tears again.

"I miss him so much.. I don't go see him often because I feel like he would've still been here if it wasn't for me. If I didn't go to him—," She paused to catch her breath, feeling herself get choked up.

"Do you want to talk about it? We can stop if you don't." He wiped her tears away, and Nina just shook her head. She needed to get it out. She hadn't told anyone about it before.

"My dad was so evil Mir..to the only people who loved him. I just—I could never understand it. His whole family treated him like he was dead because they knew the type of man he was, but my mom claimed she saw past that.. I don't see how though."

"I can't even tell my therapist about the things he did because it was so bad. I force myself to forget a lot of it—but it comes back in dreams and flashbacks. I had to get on meds for my PTSD but they don't work. Nothing could ever erase that shit." She sat up from lying on his chest once it became hard to breathe.

"My papa only knew that I didn't like it at home. I never told him anything because he had a bunch of health issues and I didn't want him to stress.. but one day—it was just two days after my 19th birthday, and he saw the bruises when he came to see me at the hospital. I ended up telling him everything."

"W—what happened before? What made him give them to you?" Samir cautiously asked, not wanting to trigger her in any way.

"Zyriah had—she let me come over and we got super crossfaded. It was my first time drinking and smoking. I was paranoid as fuck and ended up calling my mom to come pick me up because I was scared. And my dad went ballistic."

"He called me all types of shit, told me a man would never love a drunk slut like me and stupid shit like that. He beat me with an actual whip that night. Made me apologize to him and I had to promise I'd never do it again."

"I—um, I had to watch him and my mom have sex that night, too. He stared at me the whole time, moaning and shit. I was so uncomfortable, but I couldn't cry because he had the whip laying right next to them on the bed. He was psychotic like that.." She chuckled.

"The last thing he did was throw one of his weights at my head when I tried to leave out of their room. That's what sent me to the hospital, and my papa was the only one who came to see me. The nurse told him about my concussion and how I might've got it, and afterwards, I told him about the abuse."

"My papa took me home to get my stuff so that I could go with him. He told me he was going to take his money out of his account that day so that he could get us an apartment. I was so happy, Mir. I thought I was finally saved." That's when she broke down in audible cries, and Samir reached up to console her with a hug.

Her cries were so loud, but he didn't tell her to stop crying, nor did he tell her that it would be okay because he knew that she'd most likely heard that hundreds of times. He just let her get it all out.

The world seemed to go completely still as she remained in his arms. The soft kiss that he planted on the side of her head sent a euphoric warmth through her body, a secured and safe warmth. A warmth of pure comfort.

"Did h—did he kill him?" Samir asked quietly once her cries became softer.

"Yeah..he beat him to death, right in front of me. I tried to help but he punched me in my jaw and made my mom hold me back. My papa's own daughter watched him die a painful death when she could've helped. She could've helped him." Nina sniffed.

"Tyler tells me every time I bring up my past to just forget about it and move on because my life is good now, but I can't. I can never move on knowing that the monster who tortured me and killed the only man that loved me is still breathing the same air that I breathe."

"And you don't have to. That's your trauma, Nina. Nobody could ever tell you what to do with it because nobody was there. You have to live with what happened. He doesn't. He couldn't last a day in your shoes, you hear me? He ain't as strong as you ma. You gotta stop listening to him." Samir tilted her head back to make her look at him, saddened by the pout on her face.

"You stronger than him and you are stronger than your father. Look at you. You're still here. You didn't let neither one of them break you but they could've. They could've, but they didn't, because they are weaker than you. You beat them. Now you can live life however you want—you're in control. They don't control you, Nina."

"Your papa would be so proud of you mama. Do you know that? Because you did it even with every odd against you. You made it out." He cradled the side of her face, using his thumb to wipe her tears away.

"I think he sent you to me, you know? That quote you told me yesterday... he used to tell it to me every day. The day I met you at Starbucks, I asked him for a sign I wouldn't have to fight to understand; one that was clear. I think he knew I needed somebody like you in my life." She felt relief in her body as she searched his brown eyes.

"Really?" His voice was quiet again, and Nina nodded her head as her smile finally returned.

"I hope so. Maybe that's why I can't figure out what it is about you that does it for me. God will probably reveal it to me in due time. That means you can't leave me until he does." He laid his forehead against hers, and her smile grew wider.

"Never ever, my baby. Never the fuck ever." She cursed on purpose since that's what started this conversation in the first place, and Samir enthusiastically smiled right back at her.

Nina ate a sour patch watermelon, scrolling to the next TikTok on the for you page on Samir's iPad. The candy was holding her over until Samara was done cooking dinner for tonight. It smelled so good, and the piece of roast she snuck out of the pot had her stomach begging for some more.

She tossed more of the watermelon candies inside of her mouth, listening to the water in Samir's bathroom turn on. They both needed to shower the beach water off of them, but Samir got in first because Nina accidentally wasted her orange juice from Waffle House all over him, and he'd been sticky all afternoon.

They just made it back to his apartment a little more than twenty minutes ago, and it was currently going on four in the afternoon. They spent all day in Galveston and Nina couldn't remember the last time she had that much fun doing such simple things. Being in Samir's presence was the fun part; it didn't matter what they did.

For some odd reason, she felt like a brand new person. Finally telling somebody else about her most traumatic experience somehow lifted a very strenuous weight off of her shoulders. Samir made her feel so much better about herself. At first, it was a joke, but he truly was her best friend now.

Her way of expressing her appreciation for him was through affection because she knew that he loved that, so he'd received a million kisses between the time they'd left the beach and now. She wanted to kiss him right now, actually. She wanted to kiss him a billion times. How dare he get her to open up so easily like that?

"Mir?" Nina's voice made him pick his head up, and he slowly stopped rubbing soap in on his arm as he realized that she was in the bathroom with him.

"Yes?" He answered quietly.

"Can I get in the shower with you?" She asked, and his heart practically fell out of his chest.

"Right now?"

"Naw..next year. Yes right now." She chuckled, but Samir didn't find that funny. He was shitting bricks. His anxiety creeped up his spine almost immediately.

"It's okay if you don't want me to. You can say no if you want." She added to assure him.

"Will we do anything?" He asked, wanting to prepare himself if that was the case.

"No baby. Not if you don't want to." That 'baby' got him every time. He'd do anything she asked if she called him her baby at the end of the request.

"Okay. You can." He gave her permission, and within a minute or so, Nina opened the glass door to step inside with him while he panicked about which direction to face.

If he faced the shower faucet, she had a full view of his butt. If he faced the opposite way, his manhood would be out on display in front of her and that was one of his insecurities. So, he put her in the front, and decided to keep his eyes up so that they'd both be on the safe side.

"What you do that for?" She smiled.

"Can you stop talking please?" He asked, and she busted out laughing, making his eyes playfully roll. She got on his nerves but he loved when she did.

"Do I have to face this way the whole time?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Are you looking at my ass?"

"No." He answered truthfully.

"Do you want to?" From her tone, he knew there was a smirk on her face.

"Nina please stop talking. You're doing this on purpose. Stop it." He said, and she laughed again while he fought the smile that wanted to be on his face.

"Okay, okay. I'm done." She leaned over to grab the white African net sponge hanging on the shower caddy, and Samir's eyes immediately lowered after feeling her skin graze his.

His dick rose to full attention within seconds as he scanned across the beautiful light brown stretch marks on both sides of her ass; his favorite part of a woman. He didn't know where the attraction came from but he loved them; and he loved Nina's the most.

"Nina," he called, and her face lit up as soon as he spoke.

"Yes baby?"

"Don't look at me, but c—can I see you? The front of you, please?" His curiosity got the best of him, but so did his nervousness.

Nina wasted no time to turn around to face him and made sure to look directly at his chest that was in front of her, trying to stop the smile from growing on her face. His genuine shyness was so adorable to her; it was humorous, too.

She watched him take a single step back to prevent his dick from touching her, though she wouldn't mind in the slightest if it did.

Even with her eyes being focused on his chest, she could still see his tongue run over his plump lips as he continued staring at her. He was mostly admiring the way her breasts sat up naturally on her chest, and they looked bigger than they did when she wore a bra.

He couldn't even focus on the bare middle area between her legs because her hard brown nipples held his full attention. His stomach dropped in mild fear when his already hard dick began to throb in place, and Nina bit her bottom lip because she could see that too, even with her eyes still on his chest.

"You can touch them. They're real." She held a smirk on her face, and Samir met her gaze before looking at her chest again.

Nina slowly grabbed his hands that remained at his sides and lifted them to place over her breasts, making sure that he was okay at that same time. She kept her hands over his, guiding him to cop the feel that he clearly wanted to do but didn't have the confidence to do on his own.

"You can touch me wherever you want and whenever you want. You don't ever have to ask." She took a step closer to him to cover the space he created when he stepped back, and Samir groaned under his breath as he gave her breasts a light squeeze.

"Are you okay baby?" Her tone softened, making him groan again as the throbbing erection in his dick became too much for him to handle.

"Mhm. Will you help me please?" Samir tried hard not to stammer as he spoke because he didn't want to ruin the sexual tension between them, and Nina bit her lip at the use of his manners.

"You wanna fuck my face?" She asked, using no manners and no filter with her response.

"No, I c—I can't do you like that ma." Although he wanted to so badly; and Nina knew that because she seen it on one of his open tabs on his iPad.

"Yes you can. Be rough with me and don't let me up until you done. I'm giving you permission." She lowered herself to be on her knees, coming face to face with his dick.

Her mouth watered at the sight in front of her, but she didn't give herself too much time to admire it because she could visibly see that he was in need of a release and she was more than ready to give it to him.

Nina left a sweet kiss on the side of his swollen tip before swirling her tongue the underside of it which caused Samir to release the moan he was holding.

"You sound so good baby." She held on to his thighs to keep herself stable as she began to guide the shaft of his dick in her mouth, and she kept her tongue out so that her throat would open up for him, then made a fist with her left hand and tucked her thumb to get rid of her gag reflex.

"Oh f—fuuuck," Samir cursed with another moan, and for it to be Nina's first time hearing him do so, it surprisingly sounded like it frequented his vocabulary.

He then grabbed each side of her head, holding it with a slight tight grip to keep it still as he thrust his hips forward, sending his entire dick down Nina's throat with a single stroke.

"I'm sorry mama. You told me to. I'm sorry." He groaned out as he apologized before repeating the same stroke, listening to her moan loudly around his dick.

Samir wrapped her hair around his fist like he saw in the videos he watched, but he didn't want to be too rough and still wanted to make sure that she was okay, so he used his other hand to cradle the bottom of her face, using his thumb to rub against her cheek.

"You look so pretty baby. Does it hurt? Huh? You okay?" Although his voice was so soft and caring, he sent his dick down her throat with such aggression between each of the questions and the mix was doing unspeakable things to Nina.

"Hold it Nina, please? I'm here ma. I—oh fuck. I'm nutting." He grunted, releasing a moan under his breath as he held her face up against his pelvis. Within moments, his nut shot through the throbbing tip of his dick and down Nina's throat.

He let her head go as he savored the feeling of a real orgasm taking place for the first time, and Nina pulled him out of her throat but kept his tip in her mouth, draining him for every drop of the white cream he leaked.

"Thank you for nutting for me baby. Are you done?" Nina asked after sucking only the head of his dick, flicking her tongue against the small hole at the top.

"Nina," He groaned.

"Hm? I want some more. You made me swallow most of it. Can you nut again for me?" The way she kept insinuating that he was doing it for her along with the feeling of her stroking the shaft of his dick caused his balls to tighten, signaling that he would do exactly what she asked of him very soon.

"Y—you want to taste it?" He stammered mostly from the pleasure, and Nina bit her bottom lip as she gazed up at him.

"Yes. Be good for me and let me have it please." She caught him off guard by massaging his sack, which in turn caused him to nut for the second time.

She leaned forward to suck the tip again, letting him leak out directly on her tongue. When he was done, she stood upright again, showing him the white cream that coated the pink piece of flesh in her mouth. She used her finger to play with it, and he groaned as he watched her swallow his nut.

"Was I—did I do.. good for you?" Samir asked quietly, allowing his shyness to take over again. He liked when she told him to be good though.

"You did baby. I'm so proud of you. And you taste so good." She sounded genuinely pleased with the taste of his nut, and that made him groan once more.

I'm trying to add more pics/IG posts/messages to this book cause ppl always ask me why I don't have pics in the chapters anymore 😭 is that annoying? Y'all want me to stop? If so, suck a big long one!!!!!!! I can't please everybody ✌️✌️✌️✌️✌️✌️✌️✌️