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“I mean, that ain’t really what I knock in my whip, but Idefinitelyenjoyed it when I first heard it.” I licked my lips, eyes unintentionally falling down her shirt.
“Yeah, because your hands were in my panties and your mouth was on my nipples.”
“Facts. Why?”
“We need a favorite song, and since I love that one, it should be it.”
Frowning in amusement, I replied, “Shouldn’t I have some input?”
“I mean, yes, but not really.” She laughed heartily when I looked down at her ass, brows dipped. “I feel like that’s how you feel about me. At least that’s how I feel.” She caressed my beard. “You make me feel like anything that ever comes into your possession could be mine or you’d willingly hand it over.”
“Hmm.” I pondered on her statement and how true the shit was.
“Now.” She retrieved her phone. “You need to learn the words.”
“Yeah, fuck no.”
She cracked up, still holding the phone up to our faces with the song playing and the lyrics on screen.
“Come on!”
“Peep, what I look like singing that shit? Me?” I queried as she guffawed.
“You’d look like a man in love with Banks St. Thomas.” Her pretty eyes seemed to pull me in like quicksand. That shit always happened.
“You know how many niggas that sentence alone describes?”
She blushed before leaning up to peck me slowly.
“Maybe so, but I only love one back.”
“You better.” I huffed. “Aight, start the shit over. I gotta learn in my head though. I ain’t singing that shit out loud.”
Giddily, she started it back over. She pecked the corner of my mouth as I focused on the words.
Baby girl had pegged a nigga right. Anything that I acquired was available for her taking. Shit, I didn’t even think I had a heart until I met her. Soon as I recognized that I did, though, she’d already taken that shit.
“Are you focusing?” She interrupted my thoughts.
“Always.”
ONE WEEK LATER . . .
“Even my fingers are sore,”Kailey groaned, swiping on her iPhone as we lay out by the pool at my parents’ house.
Ballet had been grueling lately because Carolyn was clearly going through something and being a stickler for every little mistake we made.
“Stop playing with your pussy every night and it probably wouldn’t,” I jested as we both chortled.
“Bitch, please. I may not have a man, but I don’t need to play with myself to get off,” she assured me.
“I’m already knowing. I thought you and Taye were something though.”
“We are.” She flipped onto her stomach, smirking. “Fuck buddies.”
“Goodness.” I chuckled, texting Low back.
“Oh shit,” she murmured, clearly reading something on her phone from behind her shades. “You seen this?” She angled her phone screen so that I could read the article headline.
