Crossing my arms over my chest, I hugged myself. “I know, but…”
“But what? You said you were gon’ trust me.”
“I do!”
“So, why you in here?” he pressed.
“Mekhi!”
“Farrah. Answer my question.”
“I don’t know,” I mumbled.
“What?”
“I don’t know!”
He rubbed his head again. “Go back to bed, shorty.”
“Can I stay?”
We spoke at the same time. My question surprised both of us. I felt my eyes widen as he looked up at me. The room was completely quiet, both of us waiting for something. He was silent for so long that I took a step back, humiliated by his rejection. Just as I was about to turn around and flee, he pulled the dark blue covers back and slid over. My eyes tangled with his again, trying to make sure I understood. He still didn’t say anything, just waited. Hesitantly, I climbed in beside him. He lay on his back, and I did the same, making sure not to touch him. But I could feel the heat of his body. That, combined with his presence, was enough to start calming my nerves. Closing my eyes, I sighed.
“You better not slob on my pillows, either,” he warned.
I sucked my teeth and turned my back to him. Snuggling down into his soft covers, I felt the tension leaving my body. More relaxed than I had been in a while, I let myself drift off to sleep.
Butterflies. Dancing against my skin. I smiled at the warm brushes against my outer thigh, melting into the touch. The cool, soft pillows I had fallen asleep on had been replaced in my dream by something solid and warm. I cuddled closer, pushing my body against the source of the heat. The fluttering moved higher up my thigh, the soft movements turning into strokes. I moaned softly, not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of the dream as I felt myself waking up.
My eyes blinked open, and I was confused for a moment, searching the room to figure out where I was. It didn’t take long to realize I was pressed against Mekhi, my head on his shoulder, my hand resting on his hard abdomen. My leg was drawn up on top of his, my knee dangerously close to his crotch. His fingers were rhythmically caressing my thigh, but when I looked up at him, his eyes were closed.
“Mekhi?” I whispered.
“What?”
“You’re… um… you’re touching me.”
His hand stopped, and I almost regretted saying anything. But then he moved suddenly, and I squealed as he pinned me beneath him, his body settling between my thighs.
“Is that a problem?”
I didn’t know how to answer that, so I hedged. “It’s a surprise.”
“Why?”
He had lowered his head so that our mouths were not quite touching. I chewed on my lower lip but stayed quiet.
“You can’t talk?” he asked.
My brain couldn’t formulate any words, but I was feeling so much. Mekhi was hard against my thigh and the heat radiating from between my legs seemed to be causing it to grow bigger. All of my usual bravado seemed to have vanished and, as I continued to stare at him, I realized… Iwantedhim to touch me.
“Farrah?”
“I—I just know I’m not your type. Too much work, remember?” I popped off, trying to hide how I was feeling.
He smiled down at me. “I gotta admit your thick ass kinda fine.”
“Kinda?” I scoffed.
