Page 181 of Curvy Girl Summer

For hours, we ebbed and flowed between making love and fucking and back again. My body ached from physical exhaustion and complete and utter satisfaction. By the time we wore ourselves out, it was the wee hours of the morning, and we were starving. We were exhausted, but we couldn’t sleep because we were so hungry.

“You want to go get food?” Ahmad wondered, running his hand over my stomach.

“I don’t think anything is going to be open around here,” I murmured.

“Then let’s go get something.”

His incredible smile seduced me, and somehow, I let him convince me to leave the lake house. Showering together, it took us twice as long to get ready to go. But at almost five o’clock in the morning, I walked out of the lake house for our first official date. We headed to my car.

“It’s our first date. I can drive,” he insisted.

“I’m right here”—I pointed to my car—“and you’re all the way over there. It’ll be seven o’clock before we make it to your car,” I joked. “Let me just drive.”

He chuckled under his breath. “Aight,” he relented. “But you know this isn’t a real date, right?”

My eyebrows flew up. “Because I’m driving?”

“Because we’re probably picking something up at a convenience store.” He took a look at my outfit. “And we’re not dressed for going out.”

I looked down at my black leggings, lingerie top, denim jacket,and sneakers. “You don’t like what I got on?” We climbed into my car, and after I started it, I looked over at him. “I didn’t pack anything for a late-night run, but I think I pulled this together nicely at the last minute.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you look good,” he replied with a playful sarcasm. “But when we go out on a real date, I want you to at least match.”

“Not this coming from the man who, outside of tonight, mostly wears tight-ass T-shirts and jeans,” I scoffed. “Tonight is the exception, not the rule. So I know you’re not trying to be the fashion police! Ain’t no way in hell you got one good suit and now you’re policing my wardrobe?”

He chuckled. “I got more than one.”

“Prove it.”

“I will. And even when I don’t have on a suit, at least I always match.”

My eyes bulged emphatically. “What doesn’t match with jeans?”

He pointed to my outfit. “Whatever this is.”

My head tipped back, and I let out a loud cackle as I eased down the road.

“You’re parked so far back,” I said as he pointed out his car. As I continued down the street, we were both silent until I got to the main road. “I still can’t believe you drove here.”

“Yeah.” He was quiet for a moment.

“How did it feel…?” I glanced over at him, briefly studying his expression. “How did it feel to be driving again?”

“It wasn’t easy.” He shook his head. “I didn’t think I was ready. But”—he reached out and caressed my arm—“I had the right motivation to get me behind the wheel again.”

“Well, I’m glad you made it to me safely. The fact that you even attempted is just… wow.”

“I needed to get to you, and it was the only way. Once I realized how many lake houses there were and how long it was going to take a driver to get me here, driving was the only option if I was going to make it.”

“Did you go to every lake house?”

“Not all of them. But there were at least ten that I hit up before finding the right one.”

“Wow… I can’t believe you did all that to make it to my party.”

“I knew how much it meant to you. And I didn’t want another day to go by without me telling you how much you mean to me.” He paused and in a low tone continued, “I would do anything for you.”

Butterflies moved through my stomach. “That’s really sweet.” I bit my lip. “You definitely made me feel special.”

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