I exhaled, dragging in a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. “Yeah.”
The second it left my mouth, I already knew I shouldn’t have said it.
“Exactly,” he said, that tone of his settling in deeper. “So, what you trippin’ for?”
I shook my head, looking away from him.
“Besides…” he added, licking his lips slowly, “you taste good as hell.”
I pressed my lips together, trying to come back with something smart, something to check him with, but nothing came out.
So, instead, I stood up.
“Aight, I’m finna take a shower.”
I didn’t even look back at him as I walked off.
Once in the room, and in the shower, I let the water run over me, my head tilting back as I closed my eyes.
I thought about getting him back. I really did, but then again, I had already folded once. And he only had one good arm. That alone had me on pause. I let out a quiet breath, shaking my head to myself.
Once I got out and dried off, I threw something on and made my way back downstairs, heading straight to the kitchen to fix myself something to eat.
I was halfway through when I felt him before I even heard him. My shoulder tensed just a little, but I didn’t turn around.
He stepped in behind me, close enough for me to feel him without him even touching me. His body heat settled against my back like he knew exactly what he was doing.
My grip tightened around the counter for a second. He was doing this shit on purpose.
I swallowed, keeping my eyes on what I was doing, acting like I wasn’t affected, but my body was telling me a whole different story. And that was the problem.
“Damn, you smell good as hell.”
His voice dropped low and smooth. Like he knew what he did to me. It slid right under my skin.
“Thank you,” I said, keeping my tone even, although my body wasn’t.
I should’ve folded right there, real talk. I wanted to, but I didn’t. And that alone irritated me. Because I ain’t like how easily he was getting to me. Kyrie had me wide open, and I hated how natural it felt.
“You good, baby?” he asked, a smirk sitting on his lips like he already knew the answer.
He leaned in close. His breath brushed against my ear, warm and intentional.
“Yeah… I’m good,” I said, swallowing hard.
That was a lie, a weak one at that. Because I wasn’t good, not even close. My thoughts were all over the place, and my body was even worse. Reacting to him like it had a mind of its own.
I pulled in a slow breath, trying to steady myself.
“No, you not.”
“Yes, I am,” I shot back, quicker this time.
He chuckled, low, knowing. His eyes dragged me over, slow, taking his time like he was enjoying watching me try to hold it together.
“If you were good, mama, you wouldn’t be sitting here looking like that.”
My brows pulled together. “Looking like what?”
