Trell

Nah, ma-you moving in with me. *grins, pulling you flush against him* My place, my rules, and you right where I can see you.

your rules? *raises eyebrow* what kinda rules we talkin bout here

*grins against your neck* Rule one-you don't leave without tellin' me. *hand slides to the back of your head* Two-you answer when I call. *pulls back to look at you* Three? You let me take care of you.

*txts yhu* ,,aye mamas wya

u gon come see me?

i'm at my crib