Page 55 of Krash & Bern

“I’ll fit an hour into my schedule.”

“Promise?” he asked with a smirk.

I nodded. “Promise.”

“You pick the show while I order some things to be delivered. Any special requests?” he asked.

“Can you get the kettle cooked popcorn? I like the sweet and salty blend. I also want some Nerds clusters, and M&Ms.”

“I got you.”

I scrolled through the collection and decided to test the waters with an anime. It looked like a lot of action. I chose the dubbed version because reading subtitles while also watching the action was hard to do. It took about twenty-eight minutes for the snacks to arrive. The first episode started with a huge fight, and Krash was hooked.

“That nigga is different, Bern! Did you see how he didn’t hesitate to punch that nigga through the fuckin’ floor? Anime been hitting like this the whole time?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes! I’ve been telling you for years! They get active. Some of these shows will teach you lessons, make you cry, and even root for the villain.”

“I might need to tap in for real.”

“Luckily, we can binge anime every couple of days. You’ll want to watch ahead when you have free time, and that’s fine too. I do the same.”

“Nah. If we’re watching a show together, we gon’ watch it together all the time.” He shook his head.

“I hear you, baby.”

“Let me go use the bathroom and grab some more drinks. We might make it through half the show before the sun sets.”

“I’m telling you, it’s a journey! I’ll readjust and get the next episode prepped. I’ll skip the recap and pause at the episode title.”

“Thanks. I’ll be quick.”

He stood up and pecked my lips. I smiled at his retreating form. I had to have been the luckiest girl in the world to have Krash so in love with me. Sometimes intimate days in the house did so much more for the overall chemistry and connection between partners. Yes, we could have fun out in the streets, but the quality time indoors with just each other was unmatched. I loved Keyshawn and everything he did for me. I prayed these moments only brought us closer together.

Monday mornings always came around like a freight train. As my alarms went off, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked down at the beautiful woman laying in my arms. She was peaceful. The bruising had slowly faded away, and her voice had returned to normal. She’d gone to her primary care physician last week to get a full checkup, to make sure no unseen damages were lingering around. The doctor said everything looked fine and to continue to take it easy until she felt 100 percent again.

As I closed my eyes to revel in her warmth, her scent infiltrated my nostrils. Her sweet and warm cocoa scent had me feeling feral. My arousal was almost palpable. With a few gentle movements, I made my way under the blanket and her wetness greeted me with a low hum. I dipped my tongue between the folds and hugged her clit with my tongue. I devoured her until she’d begged me to fill her with the dick. We fucked until we’d both released our orgasms.

“Good morning,” I sang as I pulled out of her and smacked her on the ass.

“Mmm hmm.” She hummed a response.

“Do you want me to carry you to the shower?” I asked as I noticed her still lying on her stomach.

She didn’t give a verbal response. Instead, she nodded her head and rolled onto her side. The sweat on her skin made her glow under the natural light beaming through the curtains. She was the most beautiful sight in the world. I scooped her into my arms and kissed her repeatedly before we trekked through the mess of clothes to the bathroom.

I set her on the counter before I turned on the shower and set it to a temperature hot enough to soothe her body but not too hot to cook my damn skin. Women would bathe with lava if they could. I never understood how they could tolerate the burning temperature of the shower like that.

“What are your plans for the day?” she asked as we showered together. I washed her body, and she washed mine.

I snuck a few pecks on the lips before I replied. “I have a media day. I’m taking photos with Dre Bricks. He’s the new face of the industry. He’s made a huge name for himself and wants to have a chance at getting the title in my last match.”

“Are you going to let him?” Bern asked as she scrubbed my back with the exfoliating gloves.

“Nope. I’m going to whup his ass and offer him a name under the company I’m creating.”

“Oh? Tell me more.”

“I was thinking of doing something similar to what Coach Larry does. I want to mentor the next generation of boxers and keep my legacy going.”

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