Page 95 of A Kingpin's Weakness
Her voice cracked just a little. “You didn’t care to see me before I left.”
“You shouldn’t have left.”
“You knew I was leaving before we even started doing whatever you call this.”
“So you don’t know what to call us?”
“No, Seth, I don’t.”
“Well, I do. We together.”
“No, we are not. I haven’t seen or heard from you in over a month.”
“You want that nigga?”
I nodded toward downstairs, knowing Cameron ass better had been gone.
“Cameron’s just a friend. We work together. I got behind on grades when I left, and he helped me catch up. Unlike your situation.”
“Say what’s on your mind, Stormi.”
I sent a quick text to Mama and Rich, an emoji, letting them know I made it.
She looked down, biting her lip. “Thank you for being my peace when I felt like my world was falling apart. But let’s be real… it’s so many reasons why we shouldn’t be together.”
“What about all the reasons we have to be together?”
“Like?”
I stepped closer, grabbed her hand, and placed it over my heart.
“Tell me your heart don’t beat like this for me. Tell me this ain’t real. I told you how I felt in Greece. I’m standing on everything when it comes to you.”
She pulled her hand away, eyes dropping to the bed, fidgeting with her fingers.
I lifted her chin, forced her to meet my eyes.
“I didn’t want to say goodbye. Stormi, I don’t think I could ever say goodbye to you. Never thought I deserved or could find someone as pure, as special as you.”
She sighed, voice soft but cold. “Let’s just go to bed. It’s been a long night.”
She slipped into the bathroom, changing into her night clothes. I threw on boxers and gym pants and climbed into bed beside her.
But it was like she built her walls back up, brick by brick after I’d almost torn them down. And I wasn’t sure how to break through again.
I laid in bed wide awake that night in silence. I needed Stormi to tell me she was feeling the same way I was, but instead she laid there silently, maybe even sleep. And the moment I wanted to tap her I felt her scoot her ass closer to me, repeating the same shit every two or so minutes. I rolled her over and climbed on top of her. Grabbing her face to look at me.
“Tell me what you want, Stormi,” I inquired. Making her look at me directly in my eyes and not allowing her to look away. I stared into those peaceful gentle eyes of hers until she told me exactly what she wanted.
“You,” she finally spoke. Her chest caved in and out as she anticipated my next move, but the ball was in Stormi’s court. Not only was she going to have to show me what she wanted but I needed her to tell me.
“Stormi, tell me what you want.”
I leaned over and whispered in her ear. I could feel the hairs on her body stand up as my breath touched her body.
“I want you, Seth.”
It was something about the way my name rolled off her tongue. I was ready to taste every inch of Stormi’s body, but I needed her to want me like I wanted her. I needed her to crave me like I craved her.
