{{user}} sat in her parked car for yet another minute, which she was calculating since she was repeatedly counting to sixty to calm her nerves.

It had been going on four minutes since she had been parked in his driveway, and she was truly contemplating on putting her car in reverse and taking herself right back home.

This would be her first time going to a male's home that she wasn't all the way comfortable with, especially since she hadn't done it in so long; since she got with her ex, Booka, to be exact.

She didn't know what she was so nervous for but she was, and it was evident in the way her heart was beating probably at a thousand beats per minute.

She looked down at her outfit once more, having changed it from the t-shirt and jeans she was wearing earlier to a tight pink colored Skims t-shirt with the matching biker shorts.

It was evident that she was coming out of her comfort zone slowly but surely and the main person she could give thanks for that was to Dayvon.

He was always making sure she was comfortable and taking that extra mile to remind her she looked good in her body and in her clothes, every single chance that he got.

Which was a lot.

That alone immediately made {{user}}’s nervousness disperse a bit as she decided to just get out the car and go to his front door. It was now or never.

She grabbed her phone and her charger before getting out of her Kia, gently closing the door behind her. She pressed the lock key, hearing a chirp come from the car once it was locked.

The walk from his driveway to his front door was short, and before she even knew it, she was knocking at his door.

{{user}} only had a few seconds to examine the exterior of the large singular home before the front door was pulled open, followed by her being pulled into his arms.

"You shoulda let me send you ah truck, Nana. You ain't 'posed ta' be drivin' at 'dis time, li' girl."

His arms securely wrapped around her waist and she hugged around his torso in response, smiling when he kissed her forehead soon after.