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The phone rang. It was his brother, he had been jailed for driving whilst under the influence. I barely like him anyway, but for some strange reason I felt connected to his brother. Let me add he is adopted and his brother is nothing like him. It was a Monday morning and I was getting ready for class- or so I thought. He asked me to “babysit” his 20 something year old fine ass ginger bearded brother. Yeah he is white. He was adopted by a white family. Every time he spoke, my heart skip beats and I couldn’t think of any place in the world I’d rather be. This was my first time ever alone with someone whose soul hunted mine like a wild animal in the night. I couldn’t help but to give him all of me. I made him the best red velvet cupcakes. He ate 3.5. Yes I counted. His fine ass was in my living room until his brother came back to pick him up. I didn’t want it to end. I wished him well and shut the door behind them both. As I pouted back to my room, I heard a knock on the door. I prayed to God, it would be him. It was. He claimed to have left something behind. He grabbed my face and kissed my lips soo softly. That was the day he stole a kiss and my heart too. It’s been almost 5 years and it feels the same anytime I hear his voice, see his picture ... I haven’t made cupcakes since. He stole everything. He has my heart and he doesn’t know.