I don’t care what the movie is. When Niyi returns, I’m kissing him, and that’s that.
This time, Niyi returns with a remote control and a different type of wine.
“Pinot Noir,” he says, placing it in the ice bucket. “And our movie. I think you might know this one.”
The screen is dark, but I know exactly what it is even before the title card plays. Still, I wait an additional second for confirmation before freaking out.
Screampops up on the screen, followed by the iconic telephone ringing.
“How did you know?” I ask, ignoring Drew Barrymore as she unknowingly talks to Ghostface.
Niyi studies the mixed look of shock and delight on my face. His smile widens as he watches me, and I beam back in response.
“I wish you could see the look on your face. You look so happy, and I love that I’m able to do that for you.” He caresses my cheek. I lean into his touch.
“I love it, but how did you knowScreamwas my favorite movie?”
“I arranged your Blu-rays—”
“You didn’t say DVDs, I’m so proud,” I interject.
Niyi laughs. “AndScreamwas the most worn-out.”
Again, I’m left speechless.
“You always do this.”
“Do what?”
“Shock me with your kindness and thoughtfulness.” I throw my arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer. This time, I don’t hold back. The kiss starts soft as our lips get reacquainted, slow and delicate.
Niyi pulls away. “But…your…movie…” he stutters as my nails graze his nape.
“Niyi, darling, who gives a fuck about movies?”
I pull him into another kiss. I can rewatchScreamanother time; I need Niyi now.
27Niyi
MY SWEATER IS OFF, AND THE SPACE HEATER ISN’T DOINGenough to fight the cool air, but it doesn’t matter because Moyo’s pressed against me.
“We should go inside,” she says, and my brain springs back into action. I grab her coat, pause the movie, and take her hand.
“Your sweater?” Moyo asks.
“It’ll be there,” I say, which makes her laugh, and it’s the prettiest sound.
The walk to my room feels never-ending, but in reality, it only takes us a minute. Once the door swings shut, we pick up where we left off. Moyo takes off her white thigh-high boots. I lift her dress to see more of her skin. With restless fingers, my shirt is next to go.
My muscles tense slightly as my hands go underneath her voluminous ass to lift her, forcing her thick thighs to wrap around my waist. The yelp that falls from her perfect lips is the reaction I desired.
“Niyi,” she breathes. Melting into her brown eyes is an experience I’ll never get used to.
“Sunshine,” I say, equally as breathless. My chest heaves in rhythm with hers.
“Don’t drop me,” she says, her voice small. I lift her again in response, bouncing her around to show her she’s safe. When she’s ready to share allher fears, she will, but in the meantime, I’ll show her I’m not planning to go anywhere.
“I’ll never drop you,” I whisper. I want to say more, but not until I’m rid of the mantle of Saturn.
