Page 62 of Divine

“Nothing. I almost broke in there to see if you were OK, but I see that you are.” Her mouth fell open, and before she could come up with whatever she was about to say, I spoke again. “You didn’t blow up the motor in that thing, did you?”

“Oh my God!” Both of her hands flew up to cover her face.

I don’t even know why I said that shit. Yes, I do. I was jealous. I was jealous of a fucking toy. Moving closer to her, I grabbed her wrists and removed her hands from her face.

“Cookie, there’s nothing wrong with pleasing yourself. I’d rather for you to do that than fuck a bunch of fuck boys.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re saying that like it’s so normal.”

“It is. You know how many of those things they sell? I’m probably in the wrong business actually.”

“Whatever. You think I’m a joke with your black ass,” she said, snatching her hands away from me. “I haven’t had sex in over six months. Trying to have some morals is leaving me sexually frustrated, but I refuse to give my body to another fool. Until then, I have to do what works for me. I know that’s too much information.”

Relief overcame me hearing her statement. I didn’t expect to feel so good to know that nobody was touching her. Still, I felt compelled to rectify that. I don’t know what came over me, but before I knew what I was doing, I was talking again.

“What if I do it?”

“Do what, Liam?” She rolled her eyes as if she was already annoyed with me, but now that I had put it out there, I doubled down.

“Please you,” I said, holding her eye contact and making sure she knew how serious I was.

“You really saying that like I’m some charity case. I’m abstaining by choice.”

“Because you can’t find somebody worth your time to give yourself to. Have I not proven that I am? I already do everything else for you. What’s one more thing?”

“You do not do everything for me.” She shook her head.

“If there’s something I’m not doing to make you happy, it’s because you never asked, and I’ve never saw it as a need. If there’s something you want all you have to do is ask. Tell me what you want from me, and I’ll do it.”

“Man, you're tripping.” She giggled.

I didn’t like her response, but it wasn’t unexpected. I just needed to get her to take me seriously.

“Nah. I’m not tripping just because I suggested you use me to scratch your kitty between dick appointments doesn’t mean that I’m not on you bad. Every time a new nigga comes smiling in your face, I’m praying that that shit don’t work out.”

“Wow, Lee. I expected better from you,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Why? You’re mine, Divine, and you know it. Stop fucking playing with me before I start turning all this shit you got going on over. You want niggas to start going missing?”

“It’s funny that you say that because I’ve never been ghosted so many times in my life.”

“There’s no reason for you to waste your time.”

“You’re telling me you’re behind that, Liam? What did you do?”

“Whatever was necessary to secure what’s mine.”

“What’s yours?”

“I don’t feel like I need to repeat myself, Divine. If you don’t want niggas going missing, I suggest you stop trying to give them my pussy.”

“Why do I feel like you’re serious?” she asked, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“Because I am. I would be a fool to not want to fuck you. You know I want you, Divine,” I said, stroking her cheek with my hand then letting the pad of my thumb brush her bottom lip.

Her breathing hitched as I slowly moved my hand from her face to the base of her throat. She was sober now. I was tired of pretending that the obvious wasn’t true. I was in love with her. There was no way I could let someone else have her. I needed to see where her heart and her head were.

My heart galloped in my chest as I leaned forward and touched her lips with mine. I felt a warm wave wash over me, causing me to close my eyes as I stole a second kiss. I opened my eyes as I backed up enough to look into her eyes before singing.

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