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His eyes darted to my lips and for a split second, I was convinced he thought about kissing me.

Is he going to kiss me? Is this about to happen?

And then I remembered Jayla.

He’s being kind. He’s not going to kiss me. He’s just appreciating how I’ve helped him.

My heart felt heavy and the longer he held my gaze, the less likely I was going to be able to hold everything in.

“What’s up, K?” a man called out to Kwame, interrupting our moment.

I startled and his hands stilled on my face for a moment. He ripped his eyes away from me to acknowledge the classmate.

“What’s up, Mac?” he yelled back, letting one of his hands wander down my face to my neck. The other hand he raised in the air.

I glanced back just in time to see that they both threw up their fraternity’s hand sign. When I faced Kwame again, the air got caught in my lungs.

His fingers caressed my skin from neck to shoulder and down my arm until his hand took mine. “I mean it. You really are something special.”

“Thanks,” I murmured awkwardly, shifting from one foot to the other. I glanced at my hand in his and a wave of sadness hit me. “I have to get to class. It’s the last one before the exam.”

“You’re going to class?” He took a step back and let his eyes flit up and down my body. “I thought you had a date or something.”

“I don’t have a date,” I giggled nervously.

Why am I being so awkward right now? Get it together!

“Well, you look good.” He dropped my hand and took another step back. “Any man would be lucky to take you out any day of the week.”

My face was on fire. But because he wasn’t touching me anymore, I could at least think coherently. I bit my lip to keep from smiling. “Goodbye, Kwame.”

If I had any idea that would be the last time I’d see Kwame Mitchell, I would’ve lingered a little longer. If I had any idea that would be the last time I’d talk to him, I would’ve said more. I would’ve done more. I would’ve flirted more. I would’ve told him I loved him.

Instead, I waved goodbye and scurried off because I was scared.

Angel was right.

I entered the building for my Literature class, and I waited until I took my seat to text my friends.

Aisha Young:Angel was right.

Italy Johnson:Kwame has a big dick?

I covered my mouth to keep from snorting my laughter as the professor started class.

Aisha Young:I’m in class and I almost screamed!

Angel Little:Please don’t tell me his dick is small!

Italy Johnson:If it is small, he’ll be fine as long as he knows how to use it… and knows how to eat… and gives great gifts. Don’t give up on him!

Aisha Young:I don’t know anything about his dick!

Angel Little:So what was I right about?

Aisha Young:I AM a weak ass bitch.

Angel Little:When I say weak ass, you say bitch!

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