Page 62 of Ms. V's Hot Girl Summer

“You better not!” she mouthed, her eyes bright with happiness, her lush lips framing the sexiest smile.

Fuck, I couldn’t stop thinking of her, even when she was right here with me.

And I was alright with that.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Orlando

The airport crowd bustled with tired revelers all making their way back home. Trinidad strolled next to me unhurried, knowing we had plenty of time to get to our gate.

“Can you imagine these knuckleheads planned for me to coincide with you on your return flight?” She held my hand and squeezed as I let laughter take over. I hadn’t been able to stop grinning since she walked into the rental; the ache in my chest had transferred to my cheeks, and I wasn’t mad at it. She’d given me a second chance, and I wasn’t one to waste opportunities. She would never regret returning to Ofele. She would never ever have to doubt she made the right decision.

That was my job for the rest of my life if she’d have me. But I wasn’t about to spook her with no big declarations; just holding her hand and walking next to her would be enough.

For now.

“You gotta give it to them; they put in the work,” I said once the laughter subsided.

“Don’t praise those fools; they are in so much trouble.” Trinidad shook her head, shaking her locs with her vehemence.

“Listen, I owe them; they saw the vision; all I needed was for you to see it too.”

“Oh, I see the vision, alright.” She gazed at me, and my skin warmed at the regard. Other things started to warm, too, so I let the distractions of the walk to the gate keep me calm and collected. This woman had me hardening in the middle of an airport with just a look.

Damn, I was in trouble.

“You alright over there?” The deceptive mild tone told me everything I needed to know.

“You trying to torment me, Ms. V?” I asked, winking at her.

“Maybe…” she trailed off as we arrived at our gate and sat to wait for our flight.

“Listen, I don’t want you to think I didn’t hear what you said today. All that shit was true. I… I was letting my trauma lead my emotions and my actions; that’s not very grown up of me. But I want to keep on working at it, and I will; I just want you to know how thankful I am for everything you showed me this weekend,” I said to her, baring my soul to her.

“Are you kidding, Orlando? We both opened up to each other, and we both learned and taught this weekend. We learned how to love each other, and I’m so grateful for that.”

The beat of soca moved into my chest, making my heart skip a few palpitations.

“Love?” I asked, keeping it cool. Then I grinned like a fool, losing all my cool points, but who cared? This woman loved me?

“Yes. Yes. I love you.” She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know how you did it but… I love you.”

She offered her sweet, lush lips to me, and I got lost in the taste of my girl. So sweet and decadent, full of spice and love. Trinidad moaned into my lips, and soon we had to part before we started an R-rated show in the middle of the airport.

“Now, how am I supposed to be calm after you kissed me like that?” She pouted.

“I’m sure you’ll be okay.” I pressed my lips to her warm forehead and chuckled when she pouted even more.

“I’m going to need more than that, Orlando,” she growled, and I had to taste it off her mouth until I converted the growl into a needy mewl.

“Boy…if you don’t.”

“Don’t worry, I got you,” I said, faking the calmness because inside, I was as desperate as her to find a spot and put us both out of our misery.

Once we got on the plane, and after some magic from Trinidad we ended up in first class sitting together.

“How did you manage this?” I couldn’t hide my excitement.

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