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“I’m not—” She gasped, fingers digging into my shoulders. “You’re just so deep!”

I didn’t know why, but I smirked. “Fits perfectly, don’t it?” I teased.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she exclaimed as I glanced down at her sexy ass as my dick had tears coating her face. I’d spent years watching her laugh in other niggas’ faces, listening to her tell me about dates and situationships that didn’t deserve her.

“This not just sex to me,” I heard myself say roughly in her ear. “You know that, right?”

Her eyes flew up to mine. “Then what is it?” she whispered.

I slowed my strokes enough to pull back and look her in the eyes. “It’s me finally catching up to where my heart been,” I said simply. “You already mine, Harlowe. This is just . . . making me finally be honest.”

“Just don’t disappear on me after this. Don’t act like I imagined it,” she said.

“I’m right here,” I promised, driving into her a little deeper, a little slower, letting her feel me. “I’m not going nowhere.”

“Mmhmm.” She moaned, as if talking had suddenly got harder. I could feel her body tighten around me and her breathing get ragged.

“Oh . . . Oh . . . Please!” Her thighs trembled around my hips. It was that same little tremor from earlier, the one that told me she was right where I wanted her. I wrapped an arm around her lower back and pounded her straight into her orgasm.

“Let go,” I said against her neck. “I got you. I always got you.”

“Ha–Hasheem. Oh! Oh!”

Hearing her cry out my name as her insides clamped down around me finished me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, burying my face in her shoulder as I followed right behind her. For a moment, all we did was breathe.

“Damn.” I finally exhaled, pressing a slow kiss to her jaw.

“Yeah.” She let out a shaky laugh that sounded half-satisfied, half-shell shocked. After a minute, I eased out and shifted just enough to give her some air, bracing my hands on either side of her head so I wasn’t crushing her weight.

“You good?” I asked softly, searching her face.

She nodded, eyes shiny, mouth curving into a small, disbelieving smile. “Yeah,” she said in a breath. “Yeah, I’m good.”

I brushed a curl off her forehead, thumb tracing her bottom lip because I couldn’t not touch her.

“Just so we clear,” I said, needing it in the air even though everything already felt different, “I’m not waking up tomorrow and acting like this ain’t happen. I’m not about to pretend you still just my friend. You hear me?”

Her gaze held mine steady this time. No jokes to dodge it. No looking away.

“I hear you,” she whispered, looping her arms around my neck and pulling me back down into a slow, lingering kiss. This one felt different, less like a mistake between best friends and more like a choice. Yeah, Harlowe was still my best friend. But now, we were something else too, and there was no going back. When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing a little easier, my eyes landed on her phone, still propped on the little tripod by the table. I reached over and grabbed it. The screen lit up in my hand.

“What are you doing?” she asked, voice still husky around the edges.

“Taking care of something,” I said, thumb already swiping. “I’m putting all these lame niggas in your contacts on block.”

Her eyes went wide. “Hasheem.”

“What?” I shrugged, not looking up. “I’m just making sure you won’t have any ‘hey stranger’ texts popping up.”

“You sound insane. That is not how this works.”

“Sound real sane to me,” I said, finally meeting her eyes again. “You know I’m not sharing you with nobody.”

“You never have.” She shook her head, still smiling. Her cheeks flushed. But she didn’t snatch the phone away. Her fingers just curled around my wrist, holding me there. Joke or not, we both knew I meant every word.

You knowI’m not sharing you with nobody.Hasheem’s words were still echoing in my head, louder than my heartbeat. Not because it sounded crazy, but because I knew he meant it. Hasheem didn’t make statements like that unless he was dead ass serious. Leave it to Hasheem to say something like that while I was still butt naked wrapped around him with my arms still locked at his waist.