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As soon as he approached me he was grabbing the glass of water in front of me and drinking it. This was the thirstiest nigga I knew, especially when it wasn’t his shit.

“Damn, how do you know she wasn’t thirsty. You just bring your bright ass up here drinking up all her shit and invading her space.” Gina rolled her eyes at her brother.

“Mind yo business, always over here. She likes me in her space.” He kissed my forehead before looking at his sister.

“No she doesn’t, she's just too nice to tell you to move the hell on.” Century smirked.

“Damn cuz, it’s like that? Remember that when you call me to go pick yo ratchet ass daughter up from daycare again. Imma leave her rude ass up there.”

“Nah you ain’t she loves you. Shit, now that I think of it all the ratchet kids love you.”

It wasthe first night I spent away from my dorm and I was beyond scared because I hadn’t ever been with anybody like that. He and I were in his Jeep headed toward his condo on the other side of the city. We’d been dating for a few months at this point and I swear I never felt so alive. Quari had shown me heights that I’d never experienced and I loved it. I probablyshouldn’t have, I should’ve ran the other way or steered clear of this man, but I couldn’t. It was a magnetic pull.

The feel of his hand gripping mine pulled me from my thoughts as I glanced over at him. He was so freaking beautiful that I just wanted to tell him. Of course I couldn’t because men didn’t take that sort of thing well, you either had to tell them they were handsome or sexy. Beautiful just wouldn’t cut it. The closer we got to his home, the more nervous I became, I mean what was the plan for tonight? He said we’d order in and watch movies, but somehow my brain equated that to something I’d never done before. Somehow tonight I believed I’d be losing my virginity and somehow I had already proclaimed my readiness to all of my unwilling body parts.

When we reached his home, he parked like he’d done so many times before and came around to open my door. This time was different though, this time he opened the back door and grabbed my spennna’ night bag. Mecca told me every woman had one for when they went over a nigga’s house. Once he’d secured it he waited for me to exit the vehicle before closing the door behind me. Then he used his free hand to grab mine and lead me toward the garage elevator that we’d taken a million times before. This time I was nervous, shit this time I was shaking in my boots and had butterflies playing soccer in my guts.

“You beautiful as fuck when you nervous.” He kissed the side of my head and pressed the numbers into the keypad to his place.

I decided not to respond, instead I allowed myself to lean against him until the elevator reached his place, I stepped in taking my shoes off before I made it to his sofa. The moment I feel back against the expensive piece of furniture, my eyes closed. His place was so freaking comfortable and nicely decorated I could get used to it.

“Your day?” He asked, like he always did. He was so cold outside, yet so damn attentive when it was just he and I.

“Long, I think I pulled a hamstring this morning.” I thought about the minor injury I sustained during practice today.

“How’s it feel now?”

“It’s tight. How was your day?” I asked, attempting to gage where he was with my eyes still closed.

“Long, but I got through it.” I estimated he was still near the door. Then the clicking of what I assumed to be his safe let me know I was right. “When I asked you to stay with me tonight, why did you take so long to reply?”

“Because I’m used to you staying at my do?—”

“What’s the difference, Love?”

“Location.” I smirked. Truthfully there was a big difference. He hated that I lived on campus and hated my Xl twin sized bed even more. Nothing could or would happen in that squeaky ass bed. Here was a different ballgame, this was his space. I would’ve had my own space, because Lola gave me her condo when she moved in with Cass, but my mother needed it. Her messy ass divorce with my father was carrying on longer than she had hoped even though clearly he moved on. When he didn’t respond, I opened my eyes and looked toward his direction.

He was studying me and sucking his bottom lip. Before I knew it there was a pulsation between my legs and I was hot. I clenched my thighs before standing and going toward his kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. I knew for sure he had some because alike myself he was a lowkey health junkie. He didn't eat red meat or chicken either.

“Are you scared of me, Love?” he asked when my back was turned toward him.

“Nope.” I popped the p, maintaining eye contact as he walked over to me. I hopped up on his granite countertop and rested before he approached me. Once he reached me, hegrabbed the bottle of water from my hands and sat it in the counter before he stepped between my legs resting his hands on both sides of me.

“Yo do realize ain’t nothing gonna happen here, if you don’t want it to.”

I giggled. “It isn’t a matter of me not wanting it to.” I leaned my fast ass forward and rushed my lips into his.

“Baby wake up, you know you big now, I nigga ain’t finna carry you five flights.”

Immediately my eyes opened and I mugged him. “Freak you.”

“Nah it’s Fuck me, that’s what we’re about to do as soon as we get upstairs. I let you get ya lil nap and slob all over my passenger side, now c’mon.”

Chapter 14

GAYZE

“Sometimes things don’t work out the way we envision them. Love just so happens to be one of those things, and it sucks.” Kenya’s even voice reminded me as I lay across her leather sofa with my eyes closed. I had avoided coming here for about two weeks, but then I just said fuck it. She was the one person who I could tell things to and not feel judged, she was also the only person who wouldn’t give some flawed ass advice. I didn’t need that. I just needed to get over it and move the fuck along.

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