Page 41 of A Kingpin's Weakness
“So go to sleep.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Why not?”
She paused, like she was choosing her next words carefully. “Because I have questions.”
I brushed a hand down her arm. “What’s on your mind?”
“Why am I here?”
My brow lifted. “You don’t want to be here?”
“I mean.” She sighed. “It wasn’t in my plans tonight to be in your bed.”
“Better than Jo’s house,” I said with a small smirk.
She gave me a look, but didn’t argue. “You have a point there.”
“Let’s just go to sleep.”
“Wait, you know I’m leaving once Noah’s home and better, right?”
“Okay,” I said, trying to sound chill, even though I felt that shit in my chest.
“Long-distance relationships don’t work.”
“Then move here.”
She scoffed. “Have you met my mama? No thank you.”
“Then we’ll make long distance work,” I said, voice dropping as sleep started to weigh on me.
There was a beat of silence.
“Are you falling asleep on me?”
“Stormi, a nigga tired. You were snoring all in the car, now suddenly you up like you ain’t just pass out on my shoulder.”
“I do not snore.”
“Yeah, okay,” I said with a lazy grin, then grabbed her face and kissed her. Deep. Slow. Tongue tracing hers like I was tasting every question she hadn’t asked yet.
She let out the softest moan and that was my cue to stop before this went somewhere we both might not be ready for.
I pulled back, kissed her forehead. “Goodnight.”
“You’re such an old man.”
CHAPTER 9
Stormi
Noah was finally coming hometoday, and Jo insisted on coming with me to pick him up.
“I’m so glad this boy finally bringing his ass home,” Jo said. “I had to take the trash out twice this week.”
“Jo, really?” I shot back, already tired of this conversation before it even started.
