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I… didn’t share his enthusiasm.
“You… want to go out to eat… together? At this time?”
Kyir sucked his teeth, walking away from me to go to his closet. “Right. I forgot. You’re embarrassed to be seen in public with me.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Don’t tell the truth?” he asked from the door, with boxers on now and a fresh tee shirt in his hands.
Suddenly, my nakedness felt very…naked.“It’s not the truth. I’m not embarrassed, I just don’t want to give any certain impression.”
“The impression that you fuck with me?”
“The impression that we’refucking,” I countered, briefly propping my hands on my hips, but again… naked. So I changed my mind about that pretty fast, crossing my arms instead, then deciding to just get the last change of underwear from my bag, instead of keeping up with the awkwardness happening right now.
When I looked back, Kyir was barely a foot away, watching me get dressed.
Making my cheeks go hot.
So… fine, I was embarrassed.
Butnotto be seen with him.
“What wouldyoucall what we’ve been doing since you got here?” he asked, eyebrows up. “Because… unless you’ve got a different definition…”
I sighed. “Yes, wearefucking, but… I don’t really want people talking about that. I don’t want that to be the reason people know who I am.”
“You think people don’t know who you are?”
“No, but that’s not really the point.”
“Isn’t it?” he countered. “You’re worried about your reputation, right? Worried I’ll fuck up your reputation.”
“That’s not what I’m saying!”
Kyir sighed, closing the distance between us with a couple steps and then a hand at the back of my head, pulling my face to his. He kissed me—not hard, but deep, lapping his tongue in my mouth, crushing my lips to his. Then he pulled back, just enough to speak, his velvet-soft lips still close enough to brush mine.
“It’sexactlywhat you’re saying, sweetheart.”
I… couldn’t refute it.
And couldn’t explain myself,wouldn’texplain myself, because despite his current feigning of ignorance, he knew exactly why I felt the way I did about this topic.
He just thought I shouldn’t care, thought it shouldn’t matter.
Contrary to reality.
“What do you want fromPot Liquor?” he asked, backing away from me. “Your usual?”
I sighed.
The fact that he knew what my “usual”anythingwas should be a clear sign that it was fucked up for me to not want to be out in public with him.
“Isn’t it limited menu for the overnight hours?”
He nodded. “Yeah. They’ve always got greens and mac though. Cornbread. Roasted wings.”
My stomach growled at just the description of it, making him chuckle—at the rumbling and my embarrassment.
