“Where we going?”
“To the shower. I got some more pressure I need to let off,” he enlightened her as he got out of the bed. He didn’t even give her a chance to respond. He just snatched her up in his arms and carried her bridal style straight to the shower.
“Damn, can a bitch breathe?” She jokingly turned her lip up at him.
He sat her down to turn the shower on. “Nah, shawty.” He shook his head. “You don’t got no business throwing some good-ass pussy my way if you can’t handle going round for round.”
She smirked, appreciating his praise for how good her pussy was. He stepped aside and allowed her into the grand walk-in shower first.
“Kross, what the fuck?! You’re not in prison anymore! You got hot water now!” she whined at the feeling of the freezing water that rained down on her from the shower head. Still institutionalized as ever, he was still taking cold-ass showers, not realizing that hot water was no longer a privilege for him but a normality now.
He couldn’t help but laugh as he got into the shower right after her. “My fault. I’m still getting used to all this shit.”
She wasted no time turning the temperature up so they could take a nice, relaxing steamy shower. Kross quickly had her pinned against the wall while he thrusted into her, releasing the rest of the pressure he had within him. After she came and he busted a nut, they got cleaned up and stepped out of the shower together. They lounged around in the plush complimentary robes provided by the hotel as they indulged in the room service they ordered up to the room.
“Aye, if you’re here, who opened up the shop today?” Kross asked once it finally dawned on him that Remedy was supposed to be at work.
Nonchalantly, she let a shrug roll off her shoulders. “I closed for the day. I wanted to make sure you were good.”
“You ain’t have to do that. I ain’t mean to make you miss out on making your paper.”
“You can’t make me do anything. I wanted to,” she sassed lightheartedly while reaching over to grab a fry off his plate.
Kross smacked his lips before nudging her head. “Steady talking crazy and fronting like you don’t give a fuck about a nigga.”
Remedy rolled her eyes, trying her best to contain the smile that surfaced on her face. Kross had her in ways she couldn’t explain yet. She didn’t want to make it too obvious because nothing good ever lasted for her. Good things in her life were usually fleeting, and she didn’t want that to be the case with him.
“Yeah, whatever, nigga.” She waved him off.
A chuckle drifted out of Kross. He found her little attitude amusing. She liked to front, but her actions let him know he wasn’t the only one who was rocking heavy with the little situation they had going on.
“I fuck with you for real, Remedy,” he shamelessly revealed while peering into her eyes.
Looking up from her food, she met his gaze. His eyes were full of so much admiration as he licked his lips. Remedy couldn’t find it in herself to admit that she felt same way, so she found herself joking instead.
“Nigga, are we trauma bonding right now?” she jested, evoking laughter out of them.
“Whatever we’re doing, I fuck with it.” He shrugged his shoulders before grabbing her hand to pull her onto his lap.
She straddled him, and this time, it was her eyes peering into his. The laughter they once had fizzled out, and a silence struck them. He wrapped his strong arms around her as her hands cupped his handsome face.
“Kross,” she sighed deeply with a shake of her head.
It was evident that she had something to say, but she was afraid to let it out. Kross was never the type of nigga to bite his tongue, so he wanted Remedy to know she was free to say whatever she wanted and no judgment would be passed.
“What’s up, love? Tell me how you feel,” he encouraged her as he leaned back in his seat. As his hands gravitated below her waist and rubbed her thighs, he was hoping she would muster up the courage to just be real with him instead of fronting.
“You just seem like you know what you want out of life, and right now, I’m just figuring out who I really am. I don’t want where I am in life to not meet your expectations and you realize that this shit was all just a waste of time,” she expressed her concerns.
“On some real shit, I been through a lot, especially as of recently, but the best thing I’ve learned in the midst of all this pain is not only to give myself grace, but to give it to others too. I had an idea of the situation you were in before we even started fucking around. Dealing with a motherfucka putting they hands on you, I can understand how you’re just now coming to terms with who you really are and what you want out of life. I ain’t the type of nigga to pressure nobody into doing something they don’t wanna do, but I am the type of nigga to make it clear that I know what I want, and I want you, Remedy.”
She felt her heart fall into the pit of her stomach. Having a man be so forward about his feelings and what he wanted was surreal for her. He witnessed firsthand how short life could be, and he would be damned if he held out on how he felt and ended up missing the opportunity to let her know because his time wascut short. There were so many things he wished he had done with Cassie before she passed suddenly. He didn’t want another situation full of regrets and what ifs, so he was putting it all on the table for Remedy.
Feeling herself become overwhelmed with emotions, she buried her head in the crook of his neck, evoking an amused chuckle out of him.
“Let me know what it is, Rem. You usually have a lot to say with your slick-ass mouth. Fuck going on now? Cat got your tongue?”
“You lucked up ‘cause I want you too.” She finally found the courage to admit what he already knew. She lifted her head from his neck and locked eyes with him.
