Page 144 of Heavy Is The Crown

Krys arched a brow, leaning over him, her sheet slipping slightly exposing the swell of her breast. “Oh yeah? Who said I was tryna let you get used to it?”

Kenyatta grinned, his large hands gripping her waist, pulling her onto him effortlessly. “The way you was acting last night? I dare you to act brand new now.”

She squealed as he flipped her beneath him, his lips brushing against her ear. “You was all on me like you ain’t never had nothing that good before.”

Krys swatted at his chest, laughing breathlessly. “Boy, shut up.”

“Nah, I think I’ll stay a while,” he teased, nipping at her neck before she finally wiggled away, escaping his grasp and hopping out of bed. She snatched up her silk robe and secured it around her curves.

She stood at the edge of the room, grinning. “As much as I’d love to let you stroke your ego all morning, we got places to be.”

Kenyatta groaned, sitting up. “Where the hell we gotta be on a Sunday?”

Krys crossed her arms. “Brunch.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Brunch?”

“Yes, brunch. Mimosas. French toast. You know, a cute little Sunday vibe.”

Kenyatta scratched his beard, considering. “A’ight, I’m down. But Musa ain’t riding wit’ us.”

Krys gasped dramatically. “Wow. So, you tryna leave my baby behind?”

Kenyatta eyed the massive dog, who was still sitting at the foot of the bed, staring at them like he was taking mental notes. “Hell yeah. I ain’t tryna be out here picking up elephant-sized shits on the sidewalk while I’m tryna enjoy my meal.”

Krys cackled, shaking her head. “Not elephant-sized!”

Kenyatta shrugged, dead serious. “That dog too damn big. I ain’t trying to be that dude in the street holding a little plastic bag tryna clean up after him. That ain’t the flex.”

She wiped away a tear from laughing. “Fine, fine. Musa can chill here. But you are wearing something decent.”

Kenyatta raised a brow. “Damn, so now you really tryna dress me?”

Krys sauntered over to him, pulling him up from the bed and pressing her body against his. “I’m just sayin’,” she purred, her fingers toying with the sheet. “I like my man to look good when we step out.”

His grip tightened on her hips, his eyes darkening slightly. “Your man, huh?”

Krys felt the warmth in her cheeks but didn’t back down. She smiled playfully, tapping his chest playfully before stepping away. “Don’t let it go to your head, Yatta.”

Kenyatta shook his head, grinning. “Too late.”

As they moved through the house, he walked like he’d always belonged there, moving through her space naturally, like he’d been doing it for years.

And maybe…just maybe, she wouldn’t mind him getting used to it.

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The city was alive with the weekend buzz; music playing from passing cars, couples walking hand-in-hand, groups of friends piling into brunch spots with laughter spilling into the streets.

Krys and Kenyatta pulled up to Rosé & Rye, a rooftop spot overlooking the waterfront. The moment they stepped inside, Krys felt eyes on them, some familiar, some curious.

Kenyatta noticed too, but he didn’t flinch. They were outside together. Like a real couple, and he liked that shit.

As they slid into a plush booth, Krys picked up a menu, glancing at him with amusement. “So, what’s the move? You look like the type to order steak and eggs at brunch.”

Kenyatta scoffed. “First off, steak and eggs is fire. Second, I ain’t picky. Long as the food slap, I’m straight.”

Krys smiled lazily, sipping the mimosa the waitress had just placed in front of her. “Mmm, okay. But you are drinking a mimosa with me.”

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