I turned to face him. "Did it work?" I asked quietly.
He nodded slowly. "It did. She's alive in my heart. I didn’t need furniture to hold on to her memory."
"Good for you." I gave him a comforting smile. My eyes moved back to the room. "I'm ready."
Remy led me in, turning the dimmer on and bathing the room in an amber glow. I let his hand go and walked around the space while he watched me quietly. Nodding in approval, I ran my hand over the soft comforter before finally slipping off my slides and sitting down. I patted the space next to me.
Smiling he walked over and sat. "How do you feel?" he asked.
"I'm okay. Your home is lovely. Warm. Inviting." I slid back towards the headboard, stretching my legs out. "I can see myself spending time here."
Remy slid next to me and placed his hand on my thigh. "A little time or a lot?"
"As much as you and Melo allow."
He nodded and began to rub up and down my thigh slowly. "What made you ask to come over, Gianna?"
I turned my head to face him. "Honestly—I just wanted to see you. Being around you feels secure. Especially with the chaos of the brothel."
"I want you to always feel secure with me, beautiful. I mean that," he replied softly, his hand still moving slowly along my thigh.
I held his gaze, searching his face. “I know,” I said quietly. “That’s why I came." I leaned in closer. "Come here."
Remy closed the space; his lips pressed against mine but not kissing me yet. "You make me feel shit I never thought I would feel again, Gianna," he whispered.
I smoothly straddled him.
His hands settled on my butt. "Shit like that." His eyes dipped down to his groin which I could already feel hardening underneath me.
I shifted slightly to bring myself closer. A low groan escaped from his mouth. He bit down gently on his bottom lip. Our eyes were still locked on each other as his hands cupped my butt tighter.
"How long has it been?" I asked, placing my arms around his neck, my thumbs slowly stroking downwards.
Remy let out a sigh. "There hasn't been anyone else since her."
My brow lifted in surprise. "Not even a quick fling?"
He shook his head. "Nothing."
I smiled playfully. "You must be pent up then, handsome."
He chuckled, one hand sliding up under my shirt. "You have no idea, beautiful. I forgot how good it feels to hold a woman. How soft y'all feel."
I rubbed my nose gently against his, pressing my lips against his in a tender kiss. "I feel even softer inside," I whispered.
"Fuck, Gianna," he moaned against my mouth. "I want you so bad right now—" he paused.
I moved my head back slightly so I could look into his eyes already anticipating that his pause was because of me and my sexual health. Or maybe he was worried about being with a new woman after so long. "I'm clean. I promise," I filled in. "I can pull up my MyChart right now if you're concerned. And you don't have to worry, I'll be gentle."
He smirked and kissed me. "Nah—I think you misunderstood me, beautiful. The pause wasn't for that."
I blinked slowly waiting for him to explain. His eyes narrowed and the look on his face looked like he was ready to devour me.
"I have four years' worth of nut in me, Gianna." He inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply. "I wanna do you dirty, love I ain't gon' even hold you." He shook his head.
My eyes widened because where was my gentle, sweet Remy and who was this nigga talking to me? A soft laugh escaped me. "Where is my sweetheart and who is this version of you?"
He chuckled. "I'm still here."
