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“Fifteen years of us trying to find love in others when it’s been right here all along.”
Tilting my head, Mecca covered my lips with his. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around him as we deepened the kiss. I could no longer deny my love for Mecca and desire for him. Even before we put the pieces together, he was going to be my exception. The man I gave a second chance to and prayed he wouldn’t make me regret it. To know that he didn’t have to be an exception made my heart expand in size.
I knew I was safe with him.
I knew I could trust him.
I knew I wasn’t stupid to love him.
I knew what we had was real.
Tears poured from my eyes as I accepted those truths. This man hadn’t lied to me, used me, and abandoned me. This was why he was hurting and acting as if this was my fault. He was just as hurt and confused over how we ended as I was. I didn’t know which of our parents was behind this, but we were going to get to the bottom of it, and I prayed we could stomach the truth.
In the meantime, I didn’t give a damn about anything but the man holding me.
We kissed until we needed to come up for air, then we kissed some more.
Mecca carried me to the shower, where we washed our bodies and connected them all over again.
The water had run cold by the time we were getting out and drying off. We moisturized before climbing into my bed naked and into each other’s arms. A smile spread my lips as he held me close, allowing me to listen to his heartbeat. In his arms, I got the best sleep I’d gotten in over fifteen years.
The next day, Shalom and I couldn’t part ways. Our bodies couldn’t either. Very quickly, I learned the difference between her pussy and every other woman’s I’d had over the years. With others, I wasalwaysin control. I could provide them pleasure and still get my own. The high they gave me came from my stamina and ability to hold out until they were completely spent. With Shalom, every time she came, my ass was cumming too. Though I was able to please her like all the others, her body and energy overwhelmed me.Shewas in control. I was truly under her spell, her service, and I didn’t care about that at all.
We made breakfast together, and as she sat on my lap, we fed each other. After we ran a couple of miles, she wanted to go swimming, so we went to the YMCA and did a few laps. I took her shopping before we went back to my place. I expected her to leave when evening came to see about her father, but because there was a chance one or all of our parents were responsible for our breakup, she wasn’t comfortable being around her parents just yet. She did call to check on him, and her mother told her that they were still running tests.
Shalom wanted to make dinner, so while I waited, I chilled in the game room. Her phone started to ring, and I grabbed it to take it to her. The call would have gone to voicemail by the time I made it upstairs, so I checked who the caller was in case it was her sister or mom with an update on her dad. It was someone named Carter, and the picture used for his ID was of them together. He was placing a kiss on her cheek as she smiled brightly. The sight of it caused my feet to stop moving. I wasn’t expecting her to be single, but we also hadn’t talked about people we were dating.
By the time I made it to the kitchen, I was unsure if I wanted to question her about who he was or not. She looked so good floating around my kitchen in one of my shirts. And she was happy, too. The smile on her face as she hummed under her breath was proof of that. When I extended the phone in her direction and told her someone had called, it was difficult for me to release it when she grabbed it.
“Who was it?”
“Someone named Carter.”
She looked at me, gently tugging for me to let it go. “Oh, okay.”
“Is that your man?” I checked, finally releasing the phone.
“He’s my ex.”
My head bobbed as she headed back over to the stove, placing her phone on the counter in the process. “An ex that you are friends with?”
Shalom pulled her hair behind her ears and leaned against the stove to look at me.
“I wouldn’t say Carter and I are friends.”
“Then what are you?”
With a shrug, she twiddled her thumbs. “We aren’t really anything, Mecca.”
“Then why is he calling you?”
Scoffing, she shook her head and picked up her phone. “I don’t know. I haven’t called him back to see.”
“Well, you should do that.”
We stared at each other for a few seconds, and when I realized she wasn’t going to call, I chuckled and left the kitchen. I trusted Shalom, so if she told me he wasn’t her man, I believed that. My concern was her having an emotional attachment to a man that could come between us restoring what we once had. Damn us restoring what we once had; I wanted us to work toward something even better. I was wise enough to know we weren’t the same teenagers who fell in love and that this new bond, new level, would take awareness and effort.
Now, I wondered if I’d moved too fast mentally by thinking something was going to happen between us. We’d had sex but a talk about a relationship had not happened. As possessive of Shalom as I felt, she owed me nothing at this point.
