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He studied her for a moment before opening his door wider to let her in. “Let me shower really quick,” he said, grabbing a towel that hung over the dresser in his room.
“Sure,” she said, taking a seat on the bed and setting the treat on the nightstand amidst the empty bottles of Jack Daniel’s.
He disappeared into the bathroom down the hall and she fiddled with her fingers, unsure what to do while she waited.
His walls were bare. Just plain light-grey paint. Clothes were scattered across the floor and his bed was unmade. A few empty beer bottles were placed throughout the musty room.
She stood and opened the window to let the fresh summer breeze filter in. Next, she stripped the bedding. Then went to the hall where Jasmine kept their sheets. Remy picked out a fresh set and began making the bed. Tucking the first sheet under the mattress, her hand grazed something. Remy pulled it out. It was a small plastic bag with several pills inside.
What the heck are these? And why are they hidden?
The shower knob squeaked, signaling the water being shut off. Remy shoved the bag back where she’d found it and grabbed the other sheet, hurriedly finishing the bed.
She had the pillowcases and comforter on by the time Mikel emerged from the bathroom wearing the same jeans he’d had on when he went in. He threw his towel on the floor, before opening the dresser. He pulled a grey T-shirt over his head and covered those muscles that made her mouth water.
He turned towards her, and then nodded towards the bed. “You didn’t have to do that.” His voice was gravelly.
Her heart raced. She was unsure and uncertain. The ground she stood on was trembling and shaky as his presence sent shockwaves through her. “I wanted to.”
He glanced towards the side of the bed where she had discovered the hidden pills. What were they? Why was he hiding them?
He cleared his throat and sat next to her.
“I’m sorry about this morning,” she said, hoping to snap him out of whatever funk he was in and back to the Mikel whose arms she had fallen asleep in.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“Are you mad at me?” she asked, afraid of his answer.
Confusion decorated his expression. “Why would you think that?”
“Well, you haven’t texted me back since this morning. I wondered if Andre had said something to you and you were rethinking this … friendship.” She would not be the first one to label this. He needed to do that. She didn’t want to scare him away.
He blinked and shook his head, staring at the ground. “I just had a lot on my mind. I was tired and fell asleep.”
He’d looked down when he lied all those years ago at fourteen, the same way he was doing now. He was lying. He needed space. She ran her hand over his scratchy stubble. “Do you want to try my cupcake?”
He smirked, those dark eyes locking on her. “Yes, I definitely want to eat your cupcake, Remy.”
By the way he said it, he clearly didn’t mean the carrot dessert she’d brought. The hunger in his eyes was for her alone. Her breath hitched as the anticipation in the room thickened. Nerves tied her insides into knots. He leaned and grabbed the box from the nightstand, his hot breath dancing along her neck with his closeness. She was nearly panting by the time he had it open in his lap. Discarding the paper container, he peeled the liner from the bottom. He dipped his finger in the frosting and offered it to her. She kept her gaze locked on his as she parted her lips. He slipped his finger inside and she sucked the frosting off.
He clenched his jaw as the brown in his eyes turned nearly black.
She had never intended for this little innocent cupcake to lead to such illicit territory. But something came over her. Her body rippled and throbbed with power knowing she made him desire her as much as she yearned for him. He swallowed, slowly pulling his finger from her mouth. He dipped it in the frosting again before painting her lips with the white sugary confection.
“My turn,” he said before running his tongue delicately across her bottom lip, teasing and sucking on it, slanting his mouth against hers. She was consumed with lust and want. A wanton fire burned her from the inside out. He must have set the cupcake aside because both of his hands wrapped around her, kneading into her hips.
His kiss seared through her flesh, marking her heart. It had always belonged to him anyways.
