Page 32 of Continuum

When we got into the car, Kwame grinned.

I eyed him curiously. “Why are you smiling like that?” I asked.

“You’ll see.”

We parked in the middle of campus and then we strolled across the quad. We reminisced about our days as students at HU and the highlights of our college years. We laughed, joked and everything between us felt easy. I was so caught up in the conversation that I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going.

“The rose garden looks so beautiful,” I exclaimed as we approached it.

“You want to go in?”

I scoffed. “As pretty as it is, I always tended to stay away from that particular garden during the spring because of the bees.”

“A lot went down in that garden because everyone, including the security guards, was too scared to face the bees.” He laughed to himself. “Well, almost everyone.”

I leaned to the side and made a face. “Ohhhh! Let me find out you were doing something wild in the garden.”

He chuckled. “No, no, no not me. I wouldn’t have been able to do my best work because I would’ve been too worried about a bee stinging my ass.”

“You could’ve done it in the fall or winter when the bugs are dead,” I pointed out.

He stopped in his tracks and grabbed my arm to stop me. “Hold up… are you speaking from experience? Did the roses do it for you?”

“No!” I giggled and playfully slapped him on his chest with my free hand. “Do you remember me in college? What about me said public sex?”

He pulled me close to him and made a show of looking at my ass. “I mean…”

“I didn’t date anyone in college that would take me to the garden anyway.” I licked my lips before adding, “Not that that’s something I would do back then.”

His eyes danced across my face and I thought he was going to kiss me. Seconds passed before he broke the silence. “And what about now?”

“What about now?” I whispered.

“Are you telling me you’re turned on by roses? Or are you telling me you’re into public sex?”

I ran my tongue from one side of my mouth to the other. “Define public,” I replied teasingly.

His eyes darkened as my words washed over him. “Aisha, Aisha, Aisha.” He leaned down and let his lips brush mine. “You are full of surprises.”

I rose onto my tiptoes to press my lips against his again. “You have no idea.”

“If you’re trying to get my dick hard before we make it to our destination, it’s working,” he growled before draping his arm around me and kept us moving down the sidewalk. “Talk to me about something else, anything else. All I keep imagining is how good you looked coming on my tongue last night.”

The ache his words generated at my core was so intense I almost lost my balance. “See…” I warned softly as my hand fisted the back of his shirt.

“And now I’m thinking about how you taste and how tight you held me when you were shaking”—he looked down at the front of his pants before adjusting himself— “talk to me about something else, anything else!”

“You have me throbbing right now and I can’t think of anything else!”

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Kwame blurted out.

It was such a random question that my desire shifted to bewilderment.

“What?” I screeched, barely holding in a laugh. “Where did that come from?”

“You have to think about something scary when you want to calm yourself down. It’s a trick I learned. Think about something scary, something from a horror movie, and that’ll trick your body into not being…” He zeroed in on my lips. “Aroused.”

“How do you know I don’t get aroused by ghosts?”

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