I eased out of bed, grabbing my satin robe off the hook on the back of the door. I slipped it on and tied it loosely around my waist, then slid into my slippers. The way my pussy still pulsed lowkey had me blushing. I was halfway to the kitchen when I heard the front door close.
“Ahmad?” I said again, turning the corner, and there he was.
Hunter green hoodie, black sweatpants slung low on his hips, matching sneakers on his feet, and a big brown paper bag in one arm. His other hand held his phone, thumb mid-scroll, until he looked up and saw me. His lips curved into that cocky ass smirk that made my stomach flip.
“Good mornin’,” he said, voice low and thick. The smell of cologne and weed smoke hit me all at once. “You sleep good?”
I leaned on the wall, squinting at him with a soft grin. “You already know I did. Where’d you go?”
“Went to the crib to change, then grabbed breakfast. I figured you’d be knocked out a lil’ longer.”
“I was, but my bed felt too empty,” I said, walking toward him slowly. “You smell good. What’s in the bag?”
I followed him into the kitchen and watched as he set the bag on the counter. He pulled out two styrofoam containers, a little bag of condiments, and a tall iced coffee. “Only the best breakfast in the city.Joseph’s. We got brown sugar pancakes, cheese eggs, turkey bacon, and home fries.”
“Mmhmm. Why have I never heard of this place?” I questioned, opening the fridge to the orange juice.
“You wildin’,” Ahmad muttered, opening his own tray. “That line was long as hell too.”
“You really went and stood in line for breakfast?”
“I knew you’d be up in here starvin’, and I ain’t tryna have you cussin’ my ass out for fuckin’ on you like I did and not feedin’ you after.”
I covered my mouth, laughing. “Wow. So that’s the standard now?”
“It’smystandard,” he said, dead serious. “You got fucked good, you eatin’ good. Simple.”
I couldn’t even argue with that logic. I grabbed two forks from the drawer and handed him one, then leaned against the counter as we started eating out of the container together like we’d been doing this for years. It came so easily.
He fed me a bite of his pancake just to hear me moan again, I swear. “So,” I said after a few more bites. “What time you gotta leave today?”
He wiped his mouth with a napkin and shrugged. “Ain’t in no rush.”
I raised my brows. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said, like it was nothing. “Why? What’s good?”
“Just surprised. I thought you’d be on the move early.”
“I was. That’s why I got up. But after last night?” He glanced at me, licking syrup off his thumb. “I ain’t really in a rush to be nowhere but here.” I looked down at my food, smiling to myself like an idiot and Ahmad noticed. “What?”
“Nothing,” I said, still smiling. “Just… it’s been a while since somebody said something like that and meant it.” Hereached over and tapped my thigh. My heart did a little jump, though, but I just played it off and kept eating.
After we demolished breakfast and I wiped syrup off my fingers for the third time, I leaned back against the counter and looked at him. “So… last night was crazy. This morning is cute. And you’re sure you don’t want a girlfriend?”
He studied me for a second, then leaned back in the chair. “Let’s just enjoy the vibe,” he said calmly. “I told you last night, I’m not rushin’ into no relationship. I’m not slappin’ no title on nothin’ just ‘cause the sex fire and the energy comes easy. But that don’t mean I’m out here playin’ wit’ you.”
I nodded slowly. “Okay.”
He leaned forward now, serious. “This ain’t nothin’ too deep yet, but I don’t move sloppy. So if I’m here, I’m here, Tae. Whatever happens down the line, just let that shit happen.”
I blinked at Ahmad, trying not to smile too hard. I stepped closer to him, stopping right in front of his chair. “Okay. Then, like I said last night, that good dick is all mine.”
He smirked. “Heard you.”
I turned to head towards the sink to wash the forks and cups we used. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him back at the kitchen table, rolling up a blunt with his phone pressed to his ear.
“Yeah, I’m straight,” he was saying. “Nah, I ain’t makin’ no moves today. I’m coolin’, bro.” His voice dropped a little, like he didn’t want me to hear everything.
