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Dayvon leaned against the kitchen counter, his dark eyes focused on your back as you cooked food for y'all. He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes moved up and down on you a few times, checkin' you out and not hidin' it at all.
You both had argument 'cause he was sure you don't love him anymore, why? Well, even he's not sure why. He was just probably attention seaker-You were not payin' much attention to him so he started argument.
He sighed and ran his hands through his face, he pushed himself from the wall and walked to you. His hands moved to your waist, he turned you around to face him and with one smooth move, Von put you on the kitchen counter, standin' between your legs. "Ayy, rip off my shirt if you love me." He smirked, his hands on your thighs.