Namiko felt her body's internal clock ticking, letting her know it was time to get up. Before she even opened her eyes, she could hear how hard the rain was coming down. Hopefully that meant Isaiah would spend the day with her. She still wasn't ready for him to leave.

It was as if he could feel her thinking about him because he began to move soon after. Namiko looked down at him to see that his head laid on the left side of her bare chest while his hand rested on the right side. His legs were tangled with hers and his right arm was wrapped around her body, currently underneath her back.

When he seemingly dozed back off, Namiko pulled up higher on her body to get him to wake up. He groaned directly in her ear and she stopped what she was doing to hold around his torso. She loved the way that sounded coming from him.

"Quit movin' mama." He spoke softly to her with his raspy voice, and she turned her head to look down at him as his hand went back to where it was on her chest.

"I want you to get up with me." She placed her hand over his but she didn't try to move it, she just wanted to hold his hand.

He kissed her cheek, moved from between her legs and let go of her breast so that he could turn over and lay on his stomach. She smiled when he placed his arm over her torso to pull her closer to him, obviously not ready to get up yet.

"Can you wake up, please?" She tapped his arm, and Isaiah's eyes fluttered open again to meet her gaze. The 'please' definitely did it for him, so now he was awake and ready to do whatever she asked. He loved her manners.

"Aight, I'm up. What you want?" He kept his arm around her because he didn't want to lose the warmth she brought him yet. It was cold as hell.

"Breakfast. Avocado and egg over toast. And jelly. And I want you to let me go so I can brush my teeth." She told him, and he finally let her go against his will.

"I need you to get up too because I don't have any underwear on. Get my shorts." She pointed to where they were on the floor on the other side of the room.

"Ion feel like it. I'll close my eyes." He buried his face into the pillow to show her he wouldn't peek, and Namiko quickly crawled out of the bed and grabbed her pajamas from the floor.

"Ok it's fine now." She said after putting her clothes back on—as if he hadn't spent the last ten hours with her while she was butt naked.

Eventually he managed to get out of the bed and they completed their morning routine alongside each other. Isaiah didn't bother to put his clothes back on when they were done, he just got back in the bed with only his Calvin Klein boxers on.

Grabbing his phone off of the nightstand, he didn't even bother to panic about it being eleven in the morning. He normally left for work at seven but he knew he wouldn't be going to the office today when he texted Namiko last night. He also didn't bother to read any of the check-in messages Aubrey sent.

It might've seemed like he was heartless but Isaiah already knew that he'd crossed a line the moment he went with Namiko to buy her a brand new phone—with his own money even though she had plenty of her own. There was no need for him to pretend like he didn't know what would come in the near future—near being literally less than two weeks later.

He still wasn't sure what he would do. He felt like he and Namiko weren't serious enough for him to cut Aubrey off at this exact moment. He knew that Aubrey depended on him heavily so he wouldn't just put her out or anything. One thing he wasn't going to do was be sexually active with both of them, though. He wouldn't play with their health like that.

And he definitely wasn't about to cut Namiko off anytime soon. He just got her. She wasn't going anywhere if he had a say in the matter.

Only time would tell.

"Namiko," he called.

"Yes?" She from in the bathroom.

"Come lay back down beloved."

"Ok. I'm coming." She left her vaseline on the sink, heading back to the bed to be with him. Moisturizing her lips was an absolute must every morning. She hated chapped lips.

"You aight? How you sleep?" He opened his arms for her, pulling her into his embrace.

"Yes. I slept fine. What about you?"

"I missed you while I slept." He kissed her cheek, and she smiled as his grip tightened on her.

"You put your hands on my bottom while you were sleeping." She whispered quietly to him as if they'd get in trouble for it, making him smile. "And you kept kissing me. Did you realize?"

"Realize what baby?" He turned their position so that they laid on their sides because he still had a morning wood and he didn't want her to feel it.

"That you were kissing me." She held on to his arm that was locked around her waist, rubbing over his muscular bicep.

"What else I do?" He asked, although he was more than aware.

"Squeezed me here," she pointed to her chest. "And you were playing with my feet all night."

"Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"No.. I was alright. Because I like you and that's what men who like women do, yeah? Or no?"

"Sometimes. But if you don't like being touched then that's ok too." He told her.

"I wouldn't like it if it was anyone other than you.. but I don't mind if you do, if you want to. It's alright. This is me saying yes and actually meaning it." She repeated his words from last night, giving him consent to continue touching her.

"I'm proud of you. You gotta say that to every man you deal with, aight? Don't let nobody touch you if that's not what you want." He pulled her shirt down over her stomach when it rose up, and Namiko nodded her head.

"And what about you? Are you okay with my hugs now or are you going to keep pretending like you need personal space?" She asked, earning a laugh in response. She just wouldn't let that go.

"Yeah I'm good mama. I love yo' hugs." He kissed her cheek, and Namiko reached to gently hold his face once he kissed the same spot again. He left another kiss on her jawline and in the crook of her neck before pulling his head back to prevent himself from getting carried away.

"Can I get a kiss Nami?" He asked softly, and he watched her gaze lift to meet his while she tried to hide the fact that she was blushing. She felt like she was about to melt.

Namiko leaned forward to kiss his face the same way that he'd done to her, and then she caught the both of them off guard when she pressed her lips against his. He immediately groaned and wrapped his hand around her neck, giving it a light squeeze so that she'd open her mouth.

Both of her hands came up to hold his face again, but she slowly removed them as he carried her through her first kiss. She felt so comfortable and worry-free with Isaiah. She wanted to kiss him a bazillion times.

"Keep it open for me. Stick yo' tongue out." His voice rasped into her mouth, and Namiko quietly moaned while doing as told.

Isaiah dropped his spit on her tongue and then used his own to push it towards the back of her throat. He groaned in her mouth again as the erection in his boxers began to lightly throb in place. She was driving him crazy and hadn't even done anything yet.

"Good girl. I'm proud of you mama. Tell me how you feel." He let go of her throat and no time passed at all before she missed the grip that gave her such an intense feeling down below.

Namiko shyly buried her face into the crook of his neck and attempted to move closer to him even though they were already body to body. She'd never felt this way before and wasn't sure where to begin to describe it.

"How you feeling Namiko?" He asked again.

"I c—can't t—talk right n—now just g-give me a second please." She stammered as her teeth chattered from being overwhelmed, and Isaiah tilted her head back to make her look at him.

"You did good. And you safe wit' me. You okay. It was just a kiss beloved. You're ok." He assured her, ironically giving her another kiss but without tongue this time.

"I'm wet." She spoke quietly, holding a small, mildly confused pout on her face. She had the need to change her shorts now but she didn't understand why.

"I know. It's normal. I want you to tell me if you're okay or not. How you feel?" He asked for the third time.

"Yeah I—I'm fine. I just don't understand.. I'm so sorry." She was so embarrassed.

"What you apologizing for baby?"

"Because I know that I'm acting weird and this isn't what I'm supposed to do after a kiss and I don't want you to get upse—,"

"Namiko, calm down. You overthinking. Look at me." He turned her head again, and she mustered up the courage to look him in the eyes.

"You not acting weird and I would never get upset with you, especially over a kiss. I'm sorry that I didn't explain it to you before. It slipped my mind that I was your first. I'm the one that needs to apologize. Not you. You aight mama."

"Did you like it?" He asked, and she nodded her head without hesitation.

"Me too. You wet 'cause you aroused. You feel good, huh?" He tilted his head to the side with a sly smirk, and Namiko playfully rolled her eyes when she realized he was being cocky.

"Hush up. You feel good." She said back, looking down at his bottom half where his fully erected private area stood curved at attention.

"What's it called?" She pointed, looking up at him again.

"A boner. I never say it like that though. I just say I'm hard. Quit looking so it can go down." He tilted her head up when she lowered her gaze for the second time, and her cheeks grew warm with a smile.

"Did t—did the white stuff come out?" She asked.

"Nah baby. Not yet."

"When does it come out? And why?" The way she was no longer afraid to be openly curious made him smile.

"It can come out during sex or after it, or if I—like, rub myself, it'll come out then too. With enough foreplay I don't even need to be touched though, it can happen strictly off of arousal. And it happens because that's the way my body lets me know that I'm satisfied, basically." He explained as best as he could.

"Foreplay?"

"Yeah. It means exactly what it sounds like."

"The before play? Like what?"

"Kissing, rubbing, teasing. Light shit like that. Shit that happens to build up to sex. So yeah, it's the 'before play'." He nodded to agree with the way she broke the word down.

"Ok. Am I your baby?" She pointed to herself, remembering how he'd said it a second ago for the fifth time in the past 24 hours. She kept count.

"Mhm." He lowered his head for another kiss, and Namiko gave it to him with a smile on her face.

"Do I call you that too? Are you my baby?" She pointed to herself again.

"Am I?" He returned the question, smiling at the way she looked as if she was genuinely thinking about how she'd answer.

"Ok. Yes. You are my baby too. But not like in an infant kind of way, right?" She asked for clarification, and he shook his head to agree.

"You cute as fuck Nami."

"Thanks? Would you mind just leaving the unnecessary curse word out? How does that make sense? As fuck. You are comparing me to fuck and that means sex, right? 'Cause you said so. So I'm cute as sex?" The way the curse word sounded so foreign leaving her mouth made Isaiah laugh.

"My fault baby. Give me some." He pulled her face closer to his by her neck and Namiko's eyes closed once he kissed her for the umpteenth time.

"You shouldn't have kissed me. I ain't gon' be able to stay off you now." He said before sucking her plump bottom lip into his mouth.

"It's okay baby. I like it." Her voice was soft and barely audible but he heard her since he was right in her face. The name finally coming from her made him groan under his breath.

"DoorDash for Zay B." A knock on the door caused both of their heads to turn, and Namiko sat up in the bed to watch him answer it. Then she remembered she needed to change her shorts so she got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom.

After turning the twisty knob towards the left to get the hot water to come out of the shower head, Namiko removed her shirt and folded it up neatly on the counter. She did the same with her shorts before actually stepping into the shower.

Isaiah's phone rung just as he made himself comfortable on the bed again, and he glanced at the contact to see that it was his best friend, Jamell, requesting to FaceTime. He picked it up from the nightstand to answer it right before the last ring.

"Wassup Melly?"

"Bitch wassup wit' you? I texted yo' stupid duck ass to pop out last night and you ain't respond." As always, the first thing Jamell did was curse him out.

"My shit been powered off since nine. I been at my shorty house. You too fuckin' old to be going outside on a Thursday anyway."

"Shut up bitch. When Bre get a house? She moved out yo' shit?" He asked, lighting the blunt that was between his lips.

"Nah. New shorty. You don't know her. And I'm not finna tell yo' nosy ass nothin' either."

"Ohhhh wordddd? That's how it is? I was gon' say I'ma tell on you but shit, I been begging you to cheat on Bre since she cheated on you. You finally got off yo' dick yo. I'm proud of you." He menacingly taunted him, then laughed when Isaiah rolled his eyes.

"Who the new girl is? You know I know damn near everybody."

"Nah she ain't from here. Hold on." Isaiah began sharing his screen, going to his gallery to show Jamell a picture of him and Namiko.

"Say the wrong thing and watch how I bust a bullet through this phone." He said after seeing Jamell's eyes purposely widen.

"Ain't no way you pulled that. You lying. And if you ain't, she catfishing you."

"Bitch I'ma kill you next time I see you. What I just say?" Isaiah frowned in the camera, turning off screen-share just as Jamell laughed again, and Isaiah joined in within a few seconds.

"Damnnn yo I ain't think you had it in you. She beautiful man, congratulations, for real. What y'all just chilling or you serious wit' 'er? You look happy as hell in that picture. That's good to see my nigga."

"'Preciate it. Ian sure yet though. We chilling right now; I'ma see where we at in a couple weeks. You know I ain't did the relationship shit in a minute. I been half assing with Bre since she cheated and that was two years ago."

"We only been talking for real 'bout a week though, so it ain't even been no time. We cool. My baby cool wit' how shit is. We good." Isaiah said just as the water in the bathroom turned off, meaning that she was now out the shower.

"That's good. I'm happy for you nigga. Somebody done finally got yo' mean ass to smile—whether it's been a week or a year. You look happy. Ain't seen no smile like that since Lele. Whatever shorty doing, she good at it." Jamell referred to his late daughter, Aaliyah.

"I know you be tryna brush shit off and make big things a small deal, but I see it. I say you give it a real shot wit' her—meaning don't have her playing a side chick. Ma raised you better than that anyway."

"Heard you. I 'preciate you Melly. I needed to hear that." Isaiah expressed his gratitude at the same time that Namiko walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body.

"Anytime. If you ain't busy Sunday y'all should come through my shit for the Super Bowl. It ain't gon' be no party or nothin', just a couple of the guys and my pops getting on the grill. He been asking to see you, too."

"I'ma slide. I love you boy."

"I love you more nigga. Stay up." Jamell picked up the phone from his table, and Isaiah ended the call and tossed his phone on the bed.

He stood up to approach Namiko by the front dresser, and she smiled at the feeling of him kissing her cheek from behind. He was kissing her as if he missed her and she'd only been away for ten minutes.

Jamell was right. He couldn't have Namiko playing like she was a second or backup option. She deserved all of him.

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