Boogie saw sadness in her expression, and he didn’t want that. He hopped up and held his hand out for her. “Dance with me.”
Her gaze landed on him again, and her eyes twinkled. “I thought I already gave you a dance tonight, sir.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her up and into his strong arms. “You did, but I think I’m worth another one.”
He swayed her side to side in a slow motion. She let out a content sigh. “You are, Boog. You do.” They danced to the music playing in their heads for several minutes, feeling the heat from one another’s bodies and going down memory lane. Finally, Sweetie broke the silence and asked, “Where have you been, Boog?”
“Around.” He shrugged and looked down at her with a grin.
She punched his shoulder playfully. “For real. What have you been up to?”
“I mean, not much really. ’Bout to take over the family business with my brother. Light work,” he joked.
Sweetie stiffened and pulled away slightly. Worry filled her gaze as she looked up at him. “Is this just a one-night thing?”
Boogie stopped moving. “Why you ask that?”
She avoided his gaze. “Because our families still hate each other last I checked.”
“But we grown now, baby. Their mess ain’t got shit to do with us. You have my word that I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
“Why?” she asked, now looking at him square in the eyes.
“Why what, Sweetie? Why am I not goin’ nowhere?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
Boogie bent at the waist like he was an adult talking to a child. He didn’t want to be condescending, but he wanted her to hear him and understand him. When he was eye level with her, he pinched her chin and held it so she couldn’t look away.
“Because I love you. Always have.”
Her eyes widened. “It’s been?—”
“Twenty years,” Boogie interrupted. “And I don’t give a fuck about that. Tell me you don’t feel the same, and I’ll leave ya fine ass alone.”
He cheesed down at her, showing all his pearly whites, because he knew she felt the same. He wasn’t worried.
Sweetie blushed. “I do, but I don’t understand why. We were so young. I’m not that same girl anymore.”
“You are. Ya core is the same.”
“You always been so confident.” She leaned into him.
“See, ain’t nothin’ changed over here.” He smirked.
She trailed her soft hand up his large bicep. “I disagree. A lot has changed.”
Her eyes met his, and he saw that same lust from the club dancing in her eyes. Their magnetic pull wouldn’t be ignored anymore. Boogie leaned down and captured her lips with his. This kiss was different from their first one. This one was grown and sensual. Boogie had never experienced anything like it. As bad as he wanted more, he held back. Sweetie was more than just a piece of pussy to him. She was everything, and his everything deserved to be treated like more than a duck off.
“Aye, you got a man?”
She tilted her head back and laughed. “I wouldn’t be kissing you if I did. I ain’t no cheater.” Her eyes turned to slits. “Wait, you don’t have a bitch, do you? Kids? Crazy baby mama?”
It was Boogie’s turn to laugh. “Nah. None of that. A few hos that might be crazy about me, yeah, but I ain’t payin’ them no mind.”
Sweetie hummed. “Yeah, okay.”
He brushed some of the loose strands from her face. “Let’s go lay down. I want to hold you.”
