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She straightened into my chest again. “Sorry to have to break the news, but Noelle likes you. It’s cute.”
“No the hell it ain’t.”
Her smile wouldn’t fade. “I can understand why. I’ve been there before as a kid. She’ll get over it soon enough. Then maybe by then…”
I pushed her chin up with my index finger, trying to catch her eyes again. “Maybe by then what?”
She whispered with weary eyes directly on mine. “Maybe by then we can be comfortable with this thing between us.”
“What is this thing?”
“What do you think?”
“That’s the problem. I don’t know what to think. You’ve got way more experience with shit like this than I do.”
“Yeah.” She swallowed, eyes still dancing between mine. “I forgot. But this is different.”
“How?”
“It just feels different. Plus, I’m on borrowed time with you. You’re looking for something I can’t fathom for years to come. And I’m…”
When her eyes fell again, I pulled her chin up so she could face me. “You’re what?”
“I don’t know. I told you I like you. And I think I don’t want to waste time trying to figure out why anymore.”
That confused me. “Then whatchu wanna do?”
Witherspoon’s little arms tightened around me even more and her eyes narrowed as she whispered, “I want to embrace it. I don’t want to question if I can touch you like this. If I should call or text you. If I should show you how I pleasure myself with you in mind.” She shrugged. “I just want to do it and not be judged by you. If I asked you to show me how you pleasured yourself while in lockdown, I don’t want you to think I’m a heathen.”
That killed my arousal. “Why would I think you’re a heathen? You know the Word, Witherspoon. You just don’t care to apply it.”
There was a break of silence before her lashes clapped and she murmured, “When I stayed over two nights ago, I woke up once and you were sitting at the edge of the bed holding your arm out.”Shit. “Then you recited some numbers before getting back in bed. Later on that night—well, in the morning, I woke up again and you were in the sitting room praying. Not knowing what to do, I laid on the couch in front of you. It was stupid, but I was…a little scared and disoriented from being in a new space and seeing you at the foot of the bed earlier. But before I could get comfortable, you reached up and covered my face with your hand. Next thing I saw was the sunlight when I woke up in your bed. Did you put a hex on me?”
I ain’t know if she was serious or showing her sense of humor, but ain’t like it at all.
“Nah. I remember finishing up praying and seeing you on the couch. It was weird to me.” …but cute as hell that you followed me into my prayer room. “But I picked you up and carried you to the bed. You were sleeping mad hard.”
“Well, yeah! After your abracadabra act!”
My head cocked and I just looked at her. “Witherspoon, I know I ain’t the best representation of Christ. I’ve got residue from my old culture I’m still fighting through, but my spiritual walk ain’t nogimmick—”
“I never said itwas—”
“That means I read my word and I pray. I walk and talk with God. His Holy Spirit resides in me. I don’t do potions or spells. That ain’t what my God’s about—”
“Iknow—”
“Then why in thehell—”
“I don’t know.” She buried her face in my chest, giving me all the damn feels. “It was a little scary.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t even remember touching you until I was done praying. Maybe that was the Holy Spirit telling ya lil nosy ass to chill.”
My other phone rang as she laughed hard, eyes filled with suspicion. “Your mouth!”
Before answering the phone, I reminded her, “You like it.” Witherspoon cracked up even more. “Chels, whaddup?”
“Hey,” my cousin, Chelsea, answered. “I hope you’re not too busy.”
