“What are you doing here?” I set my phone, keys, and gun on the table behind the couch, then walked around it to look at her. She was wrapped up in her favorite blanket, her hair in a bonnet, looking comfortable.
“I was waiting for you to come home,” she answered with a shrug. “I texted you, but you never replied.”
“I was with my brothers.” I sat on the coffee table even though I wanted to climb onto the couch and cuddle up with her.
“I figured, which is why I waited,” she said with a nod. “Now, why were you fussing at Toddles?”
“Because she’s spoiled,” I chuckled, and Yale rolled her eyes. “You ate?”
“Not yet,” she shook her head. “I was thinking about cooking, but you don’t have anything in there.”
“Order something while I shower,” I said as I stood. I walked around the couch, picked up my phone, and handed it to her. “I don’t care what you order.”
“Okay,” she said, nodding.
I left the living room only to stop halfway up the stairs and go back to the living room. “Sunshine?” I called out as I approached her.
“Hmm?” she replied without lifting her head.
I sat back on the table and took my phone from her hand. “From here on out, the way we greeted each other in the past ain’t acceptable,” I said, shaking my head.
“What do you mean?” she questioned with a smirk. “What was wrong with how we greeted each other in the past?”
“You ain’t kiss me,” I said, shaking my head. I leaned forward, crowding her space, and Yale sat back, laughing. “From here on out, your lips are to touch mine every time one of us enters a room.”
“Every time?” She lifted her brow in surprise, and I nodded. “What if I walk in the kitchen, then come back? Or if you go to the bathroom and you come back?”
“Kiss,” I answered. “No matter the reason. If we enter a room and the other person is there, we greet each other properly.”
“That sounds clingy,” she said, shaking her head. “Are you clingy, Amethyst?”
“When it comes to you, yes,” I said as I nuzzled her neck. “So you might as well get used to it.”
“What if people are around?”
“I don’t give a damn,” I chuckled. “Do you?”
“Honestly, no,” she said, shaking her head. “I like the thought of you being clingy.”
“Good,” I said as I lifted my head. “So, greet me properly, otherwise you’re going to be punished.”
“Nope,” she said, then smiled. It was my turn for my brows to go up in surprise. “You said the person who enters the room is supposed to greet the other. You entered the room twice, so that means you’re supposed to kiss me.”
I nodded, then licked my lips. She was right, and all I could do was smile at her. “You’re right,” I said.
“I know,” she nodded. “Now kiss me, and your punishment won’t be too severe.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I chuckled, then did as she requested.
Each time I kissed Yale, it became more addictive. The feel of her lips, the taste of her mouth, it was a craving that I don’t think I’d ever get over, and honestly, I didn’t want to.
Her hands went to the waist of my pants, and I pulled back. “As much as I want to be deep in you right now, I need to shower first,” I said. Yale nodded and bit into her bottom lip. “Stop looking at me like that.” I stood to my full height and shook my head. My dick was hard as fuck and pressing against my shorts. Yale boldly eyed my shit and licked her lips. “Sunshine?”
“Yes?” When she looked up at me, her eyes were heavy with lust. I’d always been weak when it came to Yale, but now a nigga was putty. She used her index finger to trace the outline of my dick gently.
“I am just flesh, baby.” My voice was heavy, and at the sound of it, her eyes started to shine brighter. “You gotta stop that.”
“What if I don’t want to?” she asked, then licked her lips. “What if I want to greet him?” She squeezed my dick through my shorts, and I felt like my legs were starting to give out just a little. I chuckled and wiped my hand over my mouth. “You said kiss each time we come into a room.”
