“Works for me.”
“Okay, bet. Let’s exchange numbers, and I’ll text y’all in the morning with the address so we can meet up. Does 10:00 am work for y’all?”
“We’ll be there.” Yanna replied, and the girls all exchanged numbers with each other, promising to get up the next day before they all went their separate ways.
CHAPTER THREE
The sun peeping through the curtains in his bedroom shone into Kas’ eyes, serving as an unwelcomed alarm because he was not ready to get up for the day. He and Yanna both were exhausted from the previous night’s activities and barely had their clothes off before they were in bed, sleeping deeply. As if there already wasn’t any space between them, he pulled Yanna’s body closer, slipping his hand up her shirt and cupping one of her bare breasts. Yanna barely stirred because she’d become well accustomed to Kas’ lack of regard for personal space. Such didn’t exist when it came to the two of them.
“Yanna boo.”
“Yes, Kasra?” she groaned sleepily.
“Mmph, nothing, girl. I just wanted to hear that rough ass morning voice. That shit sexy as fuck.”
Yanna chortled, knowing she sounded like Batman in the morning. Her voice was normally raspy and husky, but it was amplified in the morning. “Move, weirdo.” She attempted to push him, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he positioned himself over her, planting kisses to her face and neck as he groped her breast. “Eww, Kas, you have morning breath.”
“Know you capping, I never have morning breath. Which is more than I can say for you.”
“My breath don’t stink.”
“Let me see.” He knew neither of their breaths stank because they were very meticulous about oral hygiene and brushing before bed. Still, he’d use anything as an excuse to stick his tongue in her mouth, although he really didn’t need one. His hands roamed the softness of her skin, finding himself getting lost in the delight of their connection. The only thing Kas loved more than being in Yanna’s space was producing music. They both provided him with a boost of serotonin. The exhilaration he felt when he perfected a beat was the same feeling that flowed through his body when he and Yanna interacted in any way…. even if they were arguing. “Gotdamn, why you so fucking beautiful? You like a different type of pretty.”
Yanna’s cheeks involuntarily warmed at Kas’ words. “Don’t gas me.”
“Shit, you already know I don’t do no gassing. I mean what I say, if perfection was a person, it would literally be you.”
“Aww, Kas, you gone make me cocky complimenting me like that.”
“Yo ass been cocky as hell long before I even knew you. Later for all that though, you remember what you promised me last night, right?”
“What I promise you?”
“That you was gone fuck me like Stevie J baby mama on that video. I already checked the pole in the shower… you ain’t that big, so that muh’fucka sturdy enough.”
“How you know it’s sturdy?”
“Because I did a pull up, and it didn’t budge.”
Yanna thought about it for a moment, thinking it would be fun to try. “Okay, let’s go.”
They both scrambled to get out of the bed and had barely placed their feet on the ground when there was a knock at the door.
“What?!” Kas shouted to whoever was on the other side.
“Oop, don’t be rude, Kas. Yanna, you need to hurry up and get dressed, we have somewhere to be.”
Yanna’s hand shot to her mouth because she’d completely forgotten about their shopping date.
“Damn, Troi baby, you aggravating as hell. Why it seem like every time Yanna trying to get some dick, yo ass come trying to block?”
“First of all, that’s disgusting, but I couldn't care less about whatever y’all was trying to do. Second of all, Jaiyanna, we’re meeting people, and we don’t want to have her running late for her reception.”
Troi had a point there.
“Ugh, fine, I’m coming.” She attempted to get up, but Kas tackled her back to the bed, planting kisses on her neck and chest. “Kas, no, I gotta get dressed, you heard Troi.”
“Nah, fuck her, I ain’t hear shit.”
