Page 11 of Suleem and Yahzi
I leaned into him, letting my chest meet his before I kissed him. “I don’t know how not to.”
He chuckled at me throwing his words back at him. “Aight, so can we get some sleep now?”
“You want to sleep?” I eased back until my ass made contact with his dick which was now very much a part of the conversation, but I didn’t make much progress before he liftedme and I landed on the mattress beside him instead. When he shifted his frame and wrapped his arms around me, I was slightly disappointed that it ended there.
“Go to sleep, Yah. We got plenty of time for that,” he mumbled, kissing the top of my head and tightening his hold on me. I decided to leave things how they were for now. No matter how stubborn I was, now that I was reminded of what it felt like to be in this man’s orbit, there was no way I was leaving again.
Chapter 4
Suleem
I didn’t peel my eyes open until after ten the next morning. I hadn’t slept like that in years, hell, since I was a child. Even when I had Yahzi in my life, I was on go most of the time so I rarely ever rested or found peace. But having her back in my bed this time around was different.
Everything about Yahzi ruled me. Her beautiful ass face, her body, her touch, her smell, and the promise she silently delivered that I deserved all the goodness she brought into my life. I didn’t but I was a greedy, selfish ass nigga who took without remorse or consequence. With Yahzi, the consequence was no longer having control over my life.
One look, one touch, and she took all my power. That’s part of the reason I shut her down last night. I wanted to be home, in that pussy where our connection could never be challenged or questioned, but I wouldn’t dare slide up in her heaven after dropping my dick off in another woman.
I also needed a minute to process that this was really fucking happening. I gave her three years because she needed the separation to heal and I needed the time to grow the fuck up. That distance would never happen again. When her damn phone was about to dance off the fucking nightstand with texts fromthat nigga she called me about, I made the decision that she wasn’t going back.
Dex: You let that nigga run up on me?
Dex: Type of shit is you on, bitch?
Dex: Just know you gon’ see me.
Dex: The way he put his hands on me, I’m gon’ put my hands on you. I’m gon’ fuck up that pretty face of yours to show you how I get down.
I deleted the text from his phone and blocked his number. Right after I made a call to KT and asked him to have somebody clocking that muthafucker’s moves so I could get to him when I needed. First I needed a few days to welcome my baby home.
“You don’t sleep.”
This was the shit I was talking about. Just her voice had a nigga smiling.
“I sleep.” She entered the living room and dropped on the sofa next to me. When she lifted her feet and tucked her knees under my hoodie she’d found her way into and leaned into my side, I placed my arm around her shoulder. Yahzi slept wild as hell so her hair was all over her head, spilling out the ponytail holder she used in a failed attempt to tame it.
Pretty ass looked cute even in her chaos.
“How long you been up?”
“A couple hours.”
She grabbed my wrist and glanced at my watch. “It’s lunchtime. That’s late for you.”
I kissed her forehead. “I sleep better when you’re with me.”
That pretty ass smile of hers surfaced. “Apparently, I do too.”
“Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?”
“I honestly don’t know how things are supposed to be with us. As right as this feels?—”
“Nah, don’t question or second guess. I’m not gonna fuck this up. I hurt you once and that shit liked to kill me. No matter what you felt, trust that I had it ten times worse.”
I was mad as hell the night I got shot because Yahzi didn’t show up at the hospital and it wasn’t even about me. I needed to lay eyes on her to know she was okay. Physically, she walked away from everything without a scratch. I made sure of that but I needed to look in her eyes to know I still had her. When she didn’t show up, that was my answer.
Three fucking days, that was how long I suffered. They kept trying to give me shit for the pain but I refused. I didn’t want Yahzi to show up with me being out of it and unable to speak the words that needed to be delivered. On the fourth day she walked into my hospital room with her head down and could barely look at me. I thought for sure she was about to leave my ass and couldn’t give me her eyes to say the words.
I had been right about her wanting to leave but I damn sure didn’t expect to also hear that she lost our child and she needed space. I would say she ripped my heart out of my chest but that would be a lie ’cause that bitch hadn’t been mine for a long time. She owned it…she owned me.
