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I laughed the whole time their crazy asses were up there, but Janae had me worried sick. I couldn’t laugh at her until she was awake and down safely. The shit was funny as hell, though, because every time she regained consciousness and realized she was so high in the air, she’d yell and pass out all over again.
“Y’all leave ’er alone,” I demanded playfully, pulling Janae into my side.
“I’m just tryna figure out how she was so afraid up there but was fine on the plane,” Saint wondered, chuckling and shaking his head as he took Harmony’s hand into his.
“First of all, I was drunk and sleep on the plane,” Janae clarified, rolling her eyes and her neck. “And second, on the plane, I was in an enclosed space, not dangling in the air.”
“Yeah, but you was over thirty thousand feet in the air, sis,” Honey said.
“Don’t say that. She ain’t gon’ wanna fly home,” I told her, making them laugh, though I was dead serious.
“Listen, I’ll drive back if necessary,” Janae said, and I had to keep myself from telling her I’d drive with her. Regardless of today, her ass wasn’t going to drive all the way back to Memphis. She didn’t have the patience.
“Well, that was definitely an experience,” Denali said as she wrapped her arm around Elite.
“You ain’t even go up there!” Kahlil countered.
“Trust me, I had the time of my life watching and laughing at y’all crazy asses.”
As they continued to talk and walk, Janae and I slowed down our pace. She was looking beautiful as always, and I was happy to see a more relaxed and carefree version of her. She and Honey would always talk about the fun they used to have, but I hadn’t seen that side of her since we met because of her work schedule. This side of Janae was refreshing, and I really hoped she stayed this way even when we made it home.
She was dressed in a spaghetti strapped shirt with an oversized flannel, shorts, tube socks, and a fly ass pair of burgundy and cream Nikes that matched the flannel. It was in the mid-sixties, which was hot compared to the thirty-degree weather we were dealing with back home. Her long, silky hair was pulled into a high bun, exposing her pretty ass cinnamon brown face. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and honestly, she didn’t need any, though it did always highlight her beauty.
“You good?” I checked. Even though we were all joking, I had to make sure she was okay.
“Yeah, I’m good.” She looked up at me with those beautiful, slanted, light brown eyes. “I pass out on rollercoasters too, so I figured that would happen.”
Janae said it so nonchalantly I couldn’t help but laugh. “Wait, are you serious? You just go around passing out when you’re in the air?” She nodded. “Then why did you do it?”
“I figured it would be fun,” she replied with a smile and shrug, making me laugh even harder.
“Was it?”
“I wouldn’t know. I was passed out half the time I was up there, but at least y’all had fun laughing at me.”
“Nah, that wasn’t fun for me at all. I was too worried about you to find amusement in that. Now when I did know you were straight, that shit was funny as hell.”
“Aww, you were worried about me, Reek?” Janae took my hand into hers.
“Of course I was worried about you.”
She looked up at me but didn’t say anything, just smiled. We continued to walk with a slowed, silent pace behind the crew. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen between us this week, but I was with whatever. When I went to see Janae a few nights ago, I meant what I’d said. I understood why she wasn’t trying to be in a relationship with me or anyone else for that matter. What she’d gone through was traumatic, and until she dealt with that, she wouldn’t trust herself with me or anyone else. I would never downplay that or try to rush it, so I was willing to get whatever I could out of her—even if that was just a week of fun before we returned to our friendship.
CHAPTER8
Janae
Our first day in Vegas had been a blast. It was just like old times with me and Honey, and having everyone else with us only increased the fun and excitement. As much fun as I had with the crew, I was glad to be alone with Tyreek. When he invited me to cancel my hotel reservation and stay in his suite, I happily agreed.
Tyreek had a one-bedroom sky loft at MGM Grand, and both it and the outside view were absolutely beautiful. It was decorated simply in shades of brown, tan, and mustard. I absolutely loved the infinity edge spa tub and immersion steam shower and figured I’d be spending at least a good hour in the bathroom a couple of times a day, especially since there was a TV in front of the tub.
While I didn’t really have a plan for what I expected to happen between me and Tyreek, I was down for whatever. After things ended between us, I wasn’t willing to let a whole week with him go to waste. All I could do was pray I had the strength to let him go and not feel possessive of him when this was over. Though he said he wouldn’t pursue me anymore, I felt like if I told him I wanted more, he’d give in to me, but I wouldn’t do that to him or anyone else until I knew for sure that I was ready.
I think a lot of women struggled with understanding just how much power they truly had when it came to men and relationships. Yes, a lot of men initiated things, but we had the power to invite them to and decline when they did. Even with marriage, it appeared men had the power because they chose when to propose, but it was up to the woman to say yes or no. I would follow Tyreek’s lead this week and beyond, but I was fully aware of the fact that he couldn’t lead me anywhere I didn’t want to go.
At the sound of my phone chiming, I grabbed it off the tan side table. While Tyreek showered, I was in the living room area watching TV. Well, staring at the TV since I wasn’t paying it much attention. Honey had texted me, and as soon as I read it, I chuckled.
Bess Fran: Sooo… y’all had sex yet? ??
