Being with East was great. He spoiled you, treated you like a princess, never been rough with you. I mean it was all good. Except for one thing that you needed that he just seemed to not be able to give you. Communication. East communicated through touch, gifts, and silence. He just couldn’t put how he felt into words. Which was ironic since he could talk about nothing for ten hours straight, but it’s like he didn’t even understand himself.

You guys just got out of a day long argument about his horrible communication. And around 11pm you were exhausted since he still couldn’t give you an inch. So you decided to give him his own treatment of silence. East hated it.

You were in bed watching tv as if he wasn’t even next to you and it was killing him. His missed your voice. Your gaze. Your touch. Anything.

“Ma, I apologize. Please.” He pleaded as he kissed on your neck and shoulder. “Please I’m sorry.” He begged in a low tone, his hand caressing your inner thighs. “I’ll communicate. I’ll go to therapy. I don’t know just- please, ma” he whined trying to pull you closer as he kissed and touched up on you. But you weren’t going for it.