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My heart hammered in my chest. “Because it’s yours.”

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Chapter 10

Aisha Young:Today consisted of shower sex, room service brunch, an attempt to watch a movie, a nap, sex, the second attempt to watch the movie, sex, a second nap, room service dinner, massages, sex and now I’m in the car waiting for him to finish pumping gas.

Italy Johnson:I cannot believe you’ve spent the whole weekend with Kwame Mitchell! This is sixteen years in the making. You two are picking up right where you left off. I love this so much. I love this!

Tara Campbell:It’s almost 11pm on Sunday night and we’re just now getting an update? I’ve been on the edge of my seat waiting for you to answer the important questions: How was the dick? What was he hiding?

Aisha Young:Everything and I mean EVERYTHING about him is amazing. He is perfect for me. He’s not hiding anything, Tara! And Italy, he’s different than he was back then, but the same. I don’t know how else to explain it.

Italy Johnson:Are you still hopelessly in love with him?

Tara Campbell:After a weekend? Bitch, you better not say yes!

Aisha Young:I don’t know how else to explain the connection we have. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. There’s something real here.

Tara Campbell:Aisha! Don’t tell me you finally got some good dick and now you’re in love.

Italy Johnson:She was already in love so this wouldn’t be just from the dick, Tara. But I do have a question, what happens next? When does he leave to go back to Chicago?

Aisha Young:He leaves tomorrow morning. They have an 8:30am meeting and his flight is at noon. I’m so sad!

Italy Johnson:And for it to be this weekend is fitting. Angel would be so happy.

Tara Campbell:I see you’re ignoring the question but okay. Speaking of Angel, on Friday, did you ask that woman who did her hair?

Aisha Young:I’m not ignoring the question. I just don’t know how to answer it. It did feel like I loved him when he had my legs bent all the way back, but that feeling never went away. And I lost the doppelganger in the crowd and then I got distracted by the reemergence of Kwame. He’s coming out of the gas station. I’ll call as soon as I can!

Tara Campbell:Italy, this bitch just said doppelganger.

I shook my head in amusement at Tara’s last comment. But it was Italy’s question that was rolling around in my head.

What’s next?

I’d just put my phone down when Kwame finished filling the tank. I leaned over the middle console and openly gawked at him through the window.

“You are a beautiful man,” I told him as he got back in the car.

The way his smile lit up his face warmed my heart. “And baby, you are a work of art.”

It was the first time he called me baby outside of a sexual situation. I wasn’t sure what my face looked like when he said it, but I felt the heat creep up my neck and enflame my cheeks.

I was mostly quiet as we listened to music on the five-minute drive to my place.

This is our last night.

I had an eight o’clock meeting in the morning and I only had what I’d worn on Saturday night. He still needed to check out of his hotel room and confer with Eli before their meeting. Since we both had work to do, I told him that he didn’t have to stay with me. It was our final night together and even though we both had other obligations to prepare for, it would’ve been nice had we been able to spend the last few hours together.

As he parked, I felt my emotions starting to swirl.

“What’s going on?” he asked as he turned the car off, studying me.

I looked him in his eyes and sighed. “You leave tomorrow and I’m not ready for you to go,” I admitted softly. Butterflies fluttered in my belly. “Spending this weekend with you feels like a vacation that I don’t want to end. Thank you. For everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me. It was my pleasure.” His eyes locked with mine. “I haven’t had a weekend like this…ever.”

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