Page 56 of Kisses Behind the Spotlight

That was our first kiss since we had sex the other night. It felt like the man took my breath away, and I enjoyed it. Leaning back in, I kissed him again. It felt like the world melted away as his hand cupped my chin to deepen the kiss. As much as I hated to admit it, I liked his mean ass. When we finally pulled away, Xain leaned in and pecked my lips again. I was smitten and had to fight the urge to jump into his lap.

“I like you, Khaleesi.”

“I like you too, Xain,” I beamed.

“All done,” the woman announced. “Do you like? Zwina?”

“Zwina?” I questioned.

“Beautiful.”

“Yes, it’s very beautiful.” I lifted my hand and admired the beautiful art.

“Zweena?” Xain repeated incorrectly.

“Zwina,” the woman repeated.

“Zwina,” Xain recited.

“There you go,” she nodded.

Xain pulled out his phone and clicked around until he found a contact labeled Demon Seed. “How you spell that?” Xain inquired. My nosy ass read the number and realized it was my contact info.

“You have me saved as Demon Seed?” I sputtered.

“I’m changing it. What did I say the henna would represent for us? New beginnings. This is the first step, Zwina fits our current chapter. What do you have my name saved under?”

“I don’t have it saved at all,” I laughed.

“See, save my shit,” he demanded.

Laughing, I complied and saved his number as Xain. That was the best I could do. While I did that, the woman laughed at us, clearly entertained. Xain counted off fifteen 200-dirham bills and passed them to the woman. Enough for the henna and a large tip.

“Thank you! Thank you!” She cheered, accepting the bills.

We exited the henna cafe and headed back to the scooter. The scooter had a small compartment to hold things, and we worked together to fit everything Xain bought me inside. It was dark, and the cool air definitely changed the vibe of the ride. Goosebumps prickled my skin as the wind whipped against me. I held onto Xain so tightly in an attempt to steal some of his body heat that a silhouette of my pretty face was likely etched into his back.

With our bags in hand, we headed for Xain’s riad. Just as we reached his door, a call from Q came through my phone.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Aye. Is Xain with you? The nigga hasn’t answered the phone all day. It’s his birthday. We were surprising him with a cake, but he ain’t at his riad, and his phone is on DND.”

I looked up at the titty on the side of Xain’s head and debated for a moment before telling the bold-faced lie. Xain got his door open, and I stepped inside the courtyard. “No. I don’t know where he is.”

“Alright. If you run into him, let me know.”

“I will. Talk to you later.” I quickly ended the call.

Tossing the bags into the outdoor chair, I placed both hands on my hips and blocked his path. “Xain, it’s your birthday?”

“Yeah, why?”

“What do you mean why? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Who was on the phone telling you my business?”

“Q, he said he’s been calling you all day.”