And I was right. Because a second later, he asked how I’d been. I wondered what was going through his mind to make him check up on me again. He’d already done that in the car. I wondered if my actions were as erratic as they felt for me, for him. Because they were pretty erratic. I was just pissed at him. Stormed out of his office and everything and now look at me… swaying on a barstool at his spot, after saying things had to stay professional. My actions were pretty questionable. In a way that would make anybody question how I’d been. Regardless, I hated that question.
I giggled, opened my eyes, and took a sip of my drink. “Why?”
“What you meanwhy? Because I want to know.”
“I told you I was smooth already,” I reminded him. “Why ask again?”
“Because I don’t believe you.”
“Youneverbelieve me.” I responded, avoiding the question, by standing to dance, my feet sliding against the cool hardwood floors with every sway of my hips.
He wouldn’t stop watching me. He never stopped watching me. But like I said, his eyes on me tonight were a little too heavy. Unsettling. Especially since he’d asked me that fucking question. What was it with him and wanting to know how I was. How was that important?
“So, stop asking me,” I said, steady swaying, drink in hand. “If you’re not going to believe me anyway… don’t ask.”
“Be honest. And I will stop,” sounding closer.
His energy engulfed me. Filled me up. It was as always, heavy and daunting in a way that made me want to both shy away andoverdose on it. I kept my eyes closed. Afraid to see where he stood. Afraid that if I opened my eyes and he was standing right in front of me that I would end up throwing my arms around his neck, going in for a kiss. A kiss I needed. To switch gears and to both shut him the hell up. I didn’t want to talk about how I was doing. I wanted to fuck. Simple.
That’s what I needed.
Something to make me feel good.
Something to make me forget.
You know… about everything I was faced with. So, what if that something would only be short lived. Liked the liquor in my veins and the THC flowing through my system.
Hands on my waist prompted me to open my eyes. When I did, I exhaled and leaned in closer. God, he smelled good. God, he felt good. Instead of going in for a kiss like I thought I would, I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid my head on his chest.
“Aight, look… I won’t ask again,” he said against my ear.
“Good. I don’t want to talk,” I whispered, closing my eyes again. “Especially not about how I feel.”
His hands traveled from my waist to the roundness of my ass, and I tightened my arms around his neck. He leaned down and buried his head into the side of my neck, his soft lips brushing up against the thin skin there. Mmmh. This was what I needed. A strong pair of arms around me and warm breath against my neck.
With my arms around his neck, I swayed. And he swayed with me. In the middle of his kitchen, we swayed to SZA singing about being the side chick while technically, he was a side nigga. I wondered how he felt about that. I wondered if he thought about it at all.
Swaying with Crescent felt like moving on clouds. I felt miles away from earth. Soaring in the sky. Could have been theconcoction of things moving through my system, yeah. But I was sure it was him. Sure of it because I’d drank before. I’d done edibles before. Together. And never had either of those things made me feel the way I felt in that moment. As crazy as it might’ve sounded, Crescent felt like… home. He felt like… safety. Like… a warm bed on a cold, cold night after a rough day at work.
“Hmm,” I cooed, as he softly gripped my ass cheeks and kissed me on the side of my neck.
“I missed the fuck out of us,” he mumbled.
I stroked the back of his neck. “What did you miss?” I challenged.
“Everything,” he simply responded, backing me up in the direction of the wall behind me. Before we could get too far from the counter, I sat my glass down with a giggle.
When we made it to that wall, he pulled away a little, and I did too. We were face to face. Didn’t take long for our lips to meet. It was slow. Unrushed but full of hunger. I felt it in the moans that fell from his lips, onto mine. I felt it in the way he caressed me. Not just my ass. All of me. His hands went from the roundness of my cheeks to my waist, to my back, to my arms, and then finally to my face. I closed my eyes while we kissed. He urged me to open them. Told me to. I listened. As intense as it was to stare into his eyes while we kissed, I did it. My heart racing against his chest.
“I missed us too,” I said through kisses. “I missed us so much.”
I did.
I didn’t realize how much I missed him until we were together. Hadn’t had time to think about it otherwise. Life was suffocating. But with a little time to breathe, I remembered. Remembered what it was like to be with him. Near him. Talking to him.
We kissed against the wall for a while, making out like teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands off one another, before we moved to the living room to the massive black sectional. He sat down. I straddled him. Within seconds, my arms were out of my jumpsuit, and he was pulling it down, freeing my titties from my bra. I let him. I’d let Crescent do anything to me. Whatever he wanted. If it meant feeling like this, I would.
Delicately, he gripped my breasts and placed soft kisses on each one of my nipples. I gripped the back of his neck and threw my head back, putting my eyes to the ceiling.Thank God.I know… crazy right? Insane to thank God while I was in the middle of committing adultery again. Did this even count as adultery though? Yeah, I guess. But I knew one thing for sure, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter at all.
