Page 27 of River & Crown
"We all do."
"Nah. I'm an open book when it comes to those I care for."
"Is that you admitting you care about me?"
"I saved your life, didn't I?" Leaning forward, I pecked her lips and then gave her bottom one a little extra attention. I sucked and bit until her gloss was gone.
"Crown, stop." She giggled, moving out of my reach. She looked crazy as hell, lowkey hitting the Ciara matrix move while on my lap.
"You wild." I chuckled, bringing her back to me. I gripped her waist and took her in like a deep inhale.
"See, you're doing it again. What are you trying to figure out when it comes to me?"
"Everything. I wanna know the smallest detail about you."
"But why?"
I shrugged, not really understanding why I felt so drawn and borderline obsessed with Emily. Since the day of the shooting, I've been on her ass, and that shit happened over a year ago. I was caught up, but it wasn't love. Anytime I tried to figure out this unwavering connection to this girl, all I heard were the words my mom used to say. Every encounter carries a purpose. Some test you, some teach you, and some bring you from the dark to meet your guiding light. Being drawn to Emily was for a purpose bigger than what I could see in this moment.
"Cortez, are you listening to me?" The smack of River's lips brought my eyes to her, jerking my attention from the past to the present.
"My fault, Four. What you say?"
"Are you okay?"
Closing her closet behind her, she walked over to the bed wearing nothing but a nigga's t-shirt and them sexy-ass round glasses.
Gorgeous.
River hated how I watched her, especially in the morning, but a nigga couldn't help it. Before starting my day, I waited for her to finish her morning routine just so I could pull her pretty ass back to bed and stare into her face. With my eyes closed, I could sketch her from memory. Four's beauty wasn't the type tofade but linger. It burned into the backs of my eyelids for me to relive whenever my eyes closed.
"Cortez, are you okay?" Worry creased Four's brows and brought her frames to the bridge of her nose. With my finger, I pushed them up, making her pretty ass blush.
"I'm good. Just in my head 'bout some shit."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"The question is, doyouwanna talk about it?"
"Meaning?" She frowned, deepening the arch in her brows.
"You're not the easiest to talk to about feelings and shit. You hate?—"
"I don't hate it. I just don't see the point in doing so."
"Ight." I shrugged, moving off the bed.
"You're mad?" she asked, following me into the bathroom.
"Could never be mad at you, Four."
"Mhm," she huffed.
I chuckled, flushed the toilet, then washed my hands and scooped her ass up. Giggling, she wrapped her arms around my neck as I placed her on the sink counter.
"I'm good forreal."
"Are you?" Her eyes shifted, searching for something deeper in mine.
