“I promise. But if I find out you lying to me and giving it to someone else…”
Caresha swallowed hard at the intensity in his eyes. It wasn’t that she was lying; it was the dangerous glint that scared her. He looked like he would go to any lengths over the matter.
“You lying to me?” Danger narrowed his gaze, picking up on her fear. “You fuckin’ somebody else?”
“No,” Caresha quickly shook her head.
“Promise me, Ree.”
“I promise you. I wouldn’t lie toyou.”
“Why, though?”
“Why what?”
“Why choose celibacy?”
“Because niggas don’t want nothin’ real. They just want to feel. Sex doesn’t impress me; I won’t do it just for the sake of doing it.”
“Nah, I want something real.” Danger told her.
Caresha giggled, thinking he would say anything to get her to give in.
“I ain’t playing with you.” He added, his tone firm.
“Then show me… show me you want something real.”
“Aight,”
Leaning over, Danger kissed her all over her face, and unfortunately, his dick throbbed even harder, but he worked hard to ignore it.
“I’m sorry.” Caresha said sympathetically, surprising herself.
She had never apologized to a nigga, especially not for something like this. This was serious to her.
For Caresha, abstaining from sex was one of the best forms of therapy. It opened her eyes to a lot of the bullshit. She had become adept at sensing when something was off about a man, making it harder for them to lie and sell her dreams. Often, sex clouded good judgment, but not hers. She was completely in tune with herself and the world around her.
Throughout her journey, Caresha learned that many men were carrying bad energy and burdened with demons they refused to deal with and that shit transferred over. They also were careless, jumping from one woman to the next without regard for their health. So no, they didn’t deserve any pussy from her.
Sure, it was annoying and frustrating because she had needs at the end of the day, but sex wasn’t worth sacrificing her sanity and well-being. Caresha played about a lot of shit, but her value wasn’t one of them. She knew her worth and was determined to protect it.
“It’s all good.” Danger replied with a shrug, and he truly meant it.
With bated breath, Caresha watched his every move, curious about what he would do next. To her surprise, instead of leaving, Danger came out of his clothes, climbed under the covers, and positioned himself on top of her, locking his arms around her waist. She didn’t fight him on it; he earned another point in her book by being able to control himself. With his head resting between her breasts, they settled into a comfortable silence, cuddling as Caresha ran her fingers through his locs.
“I wanna stay with you tonight, Ree. Can’t sleep when I’m alone.”
“Great, ‘cause I don’t want you to go.”
Nodding, Danger eventually drifted off against her, and they spent the night enveloped in each other’s warmth. It was the best sleep he’d had since before Lil Mo’s death.
Chapter Eight
While Nivéa got dressed for the day, Crown sat in the living room, feeding Nyla, who wore a soft pink onesie with a matching bow perched atop her head. Baby girl acted as if she was starving. Her tiny feet flickered as she eagerly drank from the bottle, and her chubby cheeks puffed out with each sip.
“Damn, you drinking this bottle fast.” Crown said, watching her with a smirk. “Is it that good to you?”
As if she understood, Nyla released the nipple of the bottle, passed gas, then went back at it.
