At that point, he heard her but ignored her. He wasn’t a morning person.
“Baby,”
His eyes finally popped open, and the surprised look on his face made Caresha laugh. Without thinking, she leaned down and kissed his cheek.
“I’m done retwisting. Sit up so I can style it.
Nodding, Danger kissed her lips before sitting up straight so she could finish him off. Once his locs were neatly pulled into a bun, he headed straight for the bathroom to check her work. Standing in front of the mirror, he turned his head from side to side, inspecting every angle.
“Hell yeah. You got a nigga right.” He told her.
Caresha stepped into the doorway and eyed his reflection. “Yeah, so that means stay your big-headed ass out of Sauvage Heights, sir.”
Danger chuckled and pulled his eyes from the mirror to her.
“Aight. I hear you, ma.”
“I’m not playing with you.”
“I got you. You and only you in my locs from here on out.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Danger pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her from behind as their eyes met in the mirror again.
“What you think?” He asked, looking between her and their reflection.
“About what?” Caresha replied.
“Us. What you think about us?”
She studied their reflection, her hands drifting over his arms locked around her.
“I like us,” she admitted softly. “We look good together.”
“Facts,” Danger agreed. “I heard what you called me.”
She smiled. “Yeah, well…”
“Well, I like that shit. Keep doing it.”
“Okay, baby.”
Smirking, Danger turned her around to face him, and for a few seconds neither of them said anything. Their lips found one another as his hands traveled to her ass. He smacked it, groaning. He couldn’t wait to the day she let him inside her, he was going to wear her pussy out, and he put that on everything.
“I need you to wash my boxers too, ‘cause I’m about to take a shower.”
“Not you running up my water and electricity bill. Shit, you should’ve been said that. Now I gotta start another load.”
Danger chuckled, pulling away from her.That reminded him.He walked back into the living room, grabbed his wet vest from the hook near the front door, and returned to the restroom.
“You trippin’ like I ain’t gon’ take care of you.”
Reaching into one of his inside pockets, he pulled out a bankroll and placed it in her hand. One thing about him and Crown was that they came from a real nigga; both would spoil the woman in their lives just as their father spoiled Kerri.
Caresha looked down at it in shock. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say, but one thing she did know was that she wasn’t about to play modest and give it back. Hell, she needed it.
“So that’s how you coming?” She asked, smirking.
