Bookmarked

by Bella Jay

“Good. Now make me proud and soak this dick.”

“Okay. I’ll get my bags.” “You like testing my niggahood.”

“You told me the annotations are like mini bookmarks all over the book that you used to remember all your favorite things about it. Or were things you wanted to reread or go back to.”

“You said the bookmarks at the end were because it was part of an incomplete series or there was another book in the series you had yet to read. Either way, it was a reminder to you that there was more

“When I think of bookmarks, I think of something that I either plan to go back to, want to remember, or want easy and quick access to. It’s something I never want to forget.”

I believe this is just the beginning and one day, we’re gonna start writing our next part. Our sequel,”

you will always be bookmarked in my heart.”

“You’ll always have quick access to my heart, Books baby,”

“You’ll always be the one I want to return to and who can return to me. You’ll always be my favorite. You’re my bookmark.”

“I’ll see you around, Brooklin… for our sequel.

Aaaand this is when this bish broke me

Specifically, the ugly ass fuck boys in the comments making jokes about sliding into Books’s direct messages. That shit was funny until someone ended up in a missing person’s report.

I just really want to be able to love me, the way you love me.

Shit, he was still fine as fuck. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, andddd he had a fresh haircut. To make matters of my coochie worse, his glasses were front and center. I hate it here.