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I gave him the space to mentally battle without the added pressure.
His eyes softened, making him feel comfortable. “Think I’m falling in love with you, Bleu.”
“I think I’m falling in love with you, too, Landon.”
“Were you nervous to tell me that?” “Fuck yeah. I don’t do all that emotion shit.” “Why?” “Wasn’t raised that way. I feel weird telling somebody how I feel. Last person I did that to; she fucked me over.” “Kennedy?” He kissed my neck. “Yeah.”
“Since meeting you… you all I think about. Always wondering what you doing, counting down until I could pull up on you. Using your pops to stay attached to you.”
“I wanna be a supporter… a provider… I wanna love you, Bleu. I don’t want to be a stranger to you anymore, or a friend.”
“Can I fuck that pussy, Bleu?”
“Give me eye contact, Pooh… gotta see your eyes.” I tried my hardest.
Landon Caselli wasn’t falling; he had already fell. Head over hills with me, a regular girl from Crown Heights, Brooklyn.
He fell for the book worm who loved to talk to her camera, play Sims, and had a zest for life. A woman that didn’t want to have kids. He fell for me.
“I… I love you, Landon,” I moaned into his ear, and he pulled back and looked at me.
Kissing my lips softly. “Mean that shit, Bleu?” I nodded my head as I kissed his lips. “I do, baby… do you mean it?” He held me up and kissed me back. “Fuck yeah... I mean that, Bleu… this shit mine… don’t wanna hear that stranger shit, hear?”
Water dripping down my face, down my lips, as I turned to look away. “Look at me. You feel this inside you.” “Yes… I feel it, baby,” I cooed,
“I love you, Bleu.”
