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“Watching you walk all day has been a pleasure,” he commented softly, grabbing me.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Kwame,” I warned him as we got to the top of the steps.

“Oh, I can finish…”

Shaking my head, I stifled a giggle. “The towels and washcloths are in this closet, there’s soap in the shower, and”—I pointed to the end of the hall— “I will be right down there.”

“Do I have your permission to go into your room to watch you get dressed? I mean, go into your room to get dressed?”

I laughed as I moved down the hall. “Yes, you do.”

As soon as I crossed the threshold of my room, I ripped my clothes off and ran to my bathroom. Even though I planned to shower quickly, the water relaxed me. There were so many thoughts that were running through my head and I could barely keep up.

I like him.

I want him.

God, the sex with him is incredible.

Where are we going?

What are we doing?

I don’t think I’ve ever had a man give me so many orgasms.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a day planned specifically for me.

I know I’ve never had an all-day date before.

Today was perfect.

Today is perfect.

Kwame is perfect.

I really like him.

I like him a lot.

I love him.

Wait, no… I don’t love him.

Do I?

Is this love?

“What am I doing?” I mumbled as I washed the soap from my body.

I knew it wasn’t love but I was emotionally all over the place. I was thrown for a loop by the reemergence of Kwame Mitchell in my life and it was clear that my feelings were picking up where they left off.

Shaking my head, I turned off the water, grabbed my towel, and stepped out of the tub. I was having a mental breakdown.

I haven’t seen the man in more than sixteen years and after one day together, I’m asking myself if I love him?

I wasn’t the wide-eyed, shy, naïve college girl who had never been in love before my unrequited love for Kwame. I was a grown ass woman. I’d matured into an outgoing, wise woman who had experienced so much life and love over the years. But the way he looked at me felt different. The way he touched me, kissed me, spoke to me felt different.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to push out the thoughts.

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