He woke up to her head on his chest, her hair spread out around him. When did they fall asleep? He sighs, placing his hand on her waist. He really did like falling asleep with her. He'd be happier if they were naked, but this was okay too. Her being in his arms was perfect. Better him than Desmond or any other nigga. Marisol was his girl.

And that was how everything was supposed to be. He looked at the time. It was seven, which meant he had been there for four hours, which was normal. He then looked at their phones, which had been stacked on top of each other, both put on silent.

Now that Marisol wasn't with Desmond, he could finally convince her to put it on silent when they were together. He did it all the time when the two were together, but she was always reluctant. She still was. She didn't want to miss a call from him. What if he wanted to explain his actions? What if he wanted to apologize?

She couldn't miss his call. And that made Riley angry. She often missed his calls when she was with Desmond. But when Desmond calls, its totally different. He sighs, closing his eyes.

He needs to stop thinking about that nigga. Marisol was finally his, so what was there to brood about? Desmond lost one of the best girls ever, and that wasn't Riley's fault. The only one to blame was the cheating ass nigga who decided to fuck shit up. And that was Desmond.

He should be thanking that nigga. Because Desmond was stupid, Riley finally got his girl. Riley smirks. He would thank him, but with his fists. He wouldn't let cheating on Marisol fly. He wouldn't let Desmond walk around thinking he could just play Marisol. That shit wasn't cool.

"Riley, you awake?" Marisol mutters, propping herself up on her elbow. She pokes his cheek, making his eyes open. He grabs her hand, moving it away from his face and looking into her eyes.

She leans over, pulling her hand away and reaching for her phone. "Whatchu doing?" He asks as she checks her phone. Twelve missed calls and thirty text messages.

"Uh uh." Riley says, plucking the phone from her hands. "You ain't replying to that nigga." He says, and she looks at him.

"Riley! I have to. We have to work things out and-"

"You tryna work shit out wit him?" He asks, and she closes her mouth, looking away. "You tryna work it out wit a cheater. Is that what you want?"

"Riley…" She quietly says.

"Is he what you want tho?" He asks, looking down at her. She hadn't moved from her position on his chest, and he didn't mind. What he did mind was that she was being stupid. Silence fills the room. "You know, I want yo ass happy. And I don't know if you gon be happy with that nigga. He cheats. How can a girl be happy wit a nigga who cheats on them?"

"Riley, me and Desmond's relationship is built on communication and trust." She says, but looks down. What a stupid thing to say.

"Yeah. Communication and trust is totally what y'all got going on." He exhales and she moves off of him. He looks up at the ceiling. "If y'all had that, would you be layin here, wit me, instead of him? Would you have to find out, from me, that that nigga was walking around bragging about how he got ass from some bitch named Alicia? Yeah. Y'all got communication and trust."

Marisol looks away, tears in her eyes. Hearing it hurt. "Mari, Imma need you to stop being in denial and know he cheated on you, and that if you get back wit him, he's gonna think it's cool to do that shit again."

"I'm sorry." She mutters.

"So you getting wit him." He says, sighing.

"I-I didn't say that." She says, looking at her hands. Riley places her phone on her lap before sitting up.

"But you thinking it tho." He says, shaking his head. "And if that's the case, I'm out." He gets up, and her eyes widen.

"Riley, don't do this." She says, watching as he grabs his phone and puts it in his pocket. He really was gonna leave her. "Riley."

"And just because I'm letting you go back to this nigga don't mean that he not getting his shit snatched." He says, grabbing his shoes and slipping them on.

"Riley please don't leave." Marisol says, getting up. She blocks the door, keeping him in the room. "You aren't leaving." She says, crossing her arms.

"Don't be childish." He says. "Watch out." Marisol shakes her head and makes eye contact with him.

"You are not leaving me." She says, and he crosses his arms, rolling his eyes.

"You got yo nigga. Why I gotta stay. It's not like we chill when y'all hook up. I get deleted from the equation by you. Now I'm deleting myself, alright?"

Marisol frowns. "Riley, you're my best friend."

"And that's all I'm ever gon be, which is cool. That's why I should just leave now. Maybe find some hoes or some shit." He says, crossing his arms. "Now can I go?"

She didn't know what to do. She was thinking about going back to Desmond, but if that meant lose her best friend, she couldn't do it. She didn't know what to do.

"Riley, I won't go to Desmond." She says, and he gives her a look of disbelief. "I swear!" She says, taking a step closer to him.

"Why does it have to be when I'm about to leave that you decide not to go to that nigga? Why couldn't you do that shit on your own? You know you're smarter than that, than to go to a nigga who don't even care about you. You have to move on. You don't fuck with cheaters. You can't fuck with cheaters. You're gonna get hurt." He says, and Marisol looks away.

"If you were gonna give me a lecture…" She mutters and he scoffs.

"I got to. You don't seem to understand." He says, sitting on her bed. She sits next to him, placing her cheek on his shoulder.

"I just… I didn't want to lose him. He was perfect to me."

"Perfect people aren't real." He says, and she slaps his chest.

"Shut up." She mutters, and he smiles. "You just love giving me shit for my choices."

"Because if I didn't, who would? Someone gotta tell you you're wrong."

"Ugh, you're so annoying."

"Of course." He says, laying back down, pulling her down with him. "I hate you sometimes you know."

"What? Why? I'm a great person!" She says, and he laughs.

"Yeah, right." He sighs. "I hate you because you got a nigga wrapped around your finger." He says, lifting her hand up.

"Riley, I-"

"Nope. I like it that way tho." He lays on his side. "I'm a real ass nigga, so I'm ok wit being wrapped around the lady I love's finger."

"L-love?" She mutters, and he nods, still looking at her. "Riley, you don't love me."

"You can talk about loving but I can't talk about loving you? What type of shit is that?"

"R-Riley, it's… awkward." She mutters, and he sighs.

"Whatever." He says, laying on his back once more. How could he show her that he's the best choice for her if she couldn't even see him as a potential love interest? He looked over to her, to see she was staring at him.

"Sorry." She mutters and he sighs, laying on his side to face her again, leaning forward and kissing her. Her eyes widen and he pulls away. "Why did you do tha-" She was cut off by another kiss, Riley pushing her down on her back, slowly getting on top of her.

She didn't know what was going on, but she wasn't pushing him away or anything. Was she kissing him back? Why did these kisses feel so nice? Why does his hands on her waist feel so nice? Her arms wrap around his neck and she pulls him closer.

He knew that it would work. Well, it was a fifty/fifty chance, and he's glad it worked out for the best. This is basically all he wanted. He pulled away slightly and she inhales, slightly panting, her lips parted.

It was her that pulled him closer, making their lips connect. If someone had told her that she'd end up kissing her best friend, or that'd he'd have his tongue in her mouth like he did right now, she wouldn't believe it. But now, she could see many things happening. Especially since his hands were slipping her suspenders off. His hands trailed on the exposed skin, tracing little circles and making her shiver.

His hands were really soft, and she didn't mind when they slipped up her tight shirt. She wanted more of this. She didn't really know what to do but yearn for his touch all over her body. He pulls away and she captures his lip in between her teeth, letting him pull away slowly. He chuckles, his voice sending shivers up her spine.

"Keep playin and a nigga gon have to fuck you." He says, removing his hands.

She looks away from him, her face heating up. "What if I wanted that?" She says, and he grabs her chin, making it face him once more, kissing her again.

This time, there were no more soft gentle kisses for her. She had started up a fire in him that probably wouldn't die until she was naked in his arms, thoroughly pleased. Wouldn't that be a sight to see. He better be the first one to see her like that. He would be jealous if he didn't.

His hands move to unbutton her pants, sliding them down. She raises her hips, not letting him stop kissing her. Yeah, she was running out of breath, but she wanted his lips on her for as long as possible. What a weird way to think of your best friend. Would they really end up fucking? Is that what she was going to allow? If it was, she probably wouldn't have any regrets.

She'd rather Riley be her first than someone she didn't know. Her hands move to pull up his shirt, struggling to pull it off and keep kissing him. He pulls away, smirking and pulling his shirt off. It wasn't the first time she's seen him shirtless, but it was different now. She just wanted to run her hands up and down his body.

He leans back down, capturing her in a kiss before pulling away. "I don't think we should." He mutters, kissing her after every word.

"Why?" She asks, pulling him back down for a kiss, but he moves away, placing his head in the crook of her neck, kissing her there. She shivers a bit, keeping him there. It just so happened to be the weak spot Desmond never cared about.

"I don't have protection." He says, and she licks her lips, a small gasp running through her as he nips at her neck. "And your mom's home I bet." He says, and she runs her nails down his back as he bites her neck harder.

He sucks on her neck for a while, counting in his head. He pulls away but then dives back in, biting a little lower from where he first started.

He continues, making the hickey a decent size. "Alright. Now everyone knows you're mine." He says, and she slips her arms away from him, touching her neck.

"Alright." She says, and he gives her a smile, moving away from her and sitting up. He pulls on his shirt and she moves closer to him, straddling him and biting down on his neck, making him inhale sharply and place his hands on her hips. "There." She says, pulling away after a while.

"It's not gonna show up." He says, and she shrugs.

"If I'm yours, you're mine."