Page 26 of Continuum

“He didn’t fuck her last night because he’s taking her on another date today,” Italy jumped in. “He didn’t just say he was waiting until she was sober. He made a date with her for today.”

“Okay, okay,” Tara amended. “I like that. When is the date?”

I pulled the phone away from my ear to see the incoming call. “It’s right now. He’s outside so I’ll text you both when the date is over.”

“Heard that before,” Tara joked. “Be careful and have fun!”

“Yes, have fun!” Italy chirped.

“Thanks! Bye!” I told my friends before answering the incoming call. “Hello?”

“Are you ready for this?”

I smiled. “I don’t know. Am I?”

“I think you’re ready for it. The real question is can you handle it?”

“I can handle anything you throw at me.”

“Oh really?” The smile in his voice was apparent. “Because I have plans for you.”

I swung the door open just as Kwame was climbing the steps. I ended the call and slipped it into my bag.

“What kind of plans?” I asked.

His eyes coasted up my body as he slowly moved up the steps. When our eyes met again, he smiled. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. So do you.”

Wearing jeans, a grey and black t-shirt, and grey and black sneakers, Kwame looked completely different than he did twelve hours earlier. In his casualwear, he looked younger than his thirty-eight years.

“You look like you did when we were in college,” I noted as he reached the step right below me.

Putting his hand on my hips, he stared into my eyes. “Good. That works perfectly for what I have planned.” The twinkle in his eyes let me know that something was brewing but he didn’t give anything away. “Today is going to be a day you won’t forget.”

I pressed my lips against his. “It’s already off to a good start.”

“Yes, it is,” he growled sexily, squeezing my hips before letting me go.

I should’ve grabbed a change of panties.

I tried not to stare at him as we made our way to his car. He opened my door and I climbed in the sensible four-door sedan. Even after last night, the fact that I was going on a date with Kwame was surreal. I took a breath as I waited for him to get in.

“I’m still trippin over the fact that we ran into each other like that,” Kwame said as he hopped in the driver’s seat.

My eyebrows flew up. “I was just thinking the same thing!”

He searched my face as he started the car. “Aisha Young…” He shook his head before he shifted his eyes to the road ahead. “I’ve got plans for you.”

“So I’ve heard…” I put on my seatbelt and then eyed him. “Care to share?”

“First up, breakfast,” he replied, clicking his own seatbelt.

“And then?”

“A day you won’t forget.”

I couldn’t do anything but grin.

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