The DJ started spinning a few old school slow jams, and when“Unpredictable” by Jamie Foxxcame on, I damn near lost it. That was our song. One of the many we used to pretend we wrote ourselves.
Kairo and I stood up together and started singing every word to each other, off key but on beat, laughing.
He was tipsy and loose, not the rigid businessman version of himself that I’d been stuck with lately. He was my Kairo. The one who danced like nobody was watching and sang like he didn’t care if they were.
I turned around and started dancing on him letting the music guide me. He immediately hyped me up, hands in the air yelling “Yeahhh!” like I was doing backflips or something, and the whole crew joined in hyping me up too.
I was on a high. A real one.
He grabbed my waist, his lips on my neck, his body pressing into mine, and for a split second, nothing else mattered. Not the arguments. Not Greece. Not the guilt I still felt from the things I say out of hurt and anger. Not the tears from the guest room the night before.
Just us. Laughing, moving, and touching.
He was enjoying me again, and I couldn’t wait to get him home.
We were loud as hell walking through our front door, stumbling in like two teenagers who had no business being outside that late.
I couldn’t stop laughing and neither could he.
“Shhhh,” I whispered, leaning into him for support, even though we both knew damn well there was no one home to wake up.
Thank God for Mamma G. Only she could bribe Kennedi into staying over by dangling a nail appointment in front of her face. That girl barely wanted to leave her room for dinner, but say “coffin shape with sparkles” and she’d move fast.
We tried to hold each other up as we climbed the stairs, damn near knocking picture frames off the wall.
“Aye, aye, aye!” Kairo yelped when he missed a step, grabbing the railing.
I wheezed from laughing so hard. Hanging onto his blazer, my heel twisted halfway off my foot. “Boy, you almost broke your damn neck!”
He looked at me with those low eyes and slurred, “But I would’ve died smiling though.”
We cracked up again, tripping and bumbling the rest of the way into our bedroom.
That stupid, tipsy, don’t-make-no-sense kind of laughter was what I missed. We used to have fun like that all the time. Before we got so caught up in bills, careers, parenting, responsibilities… Before our house started feeling like a waiting room instead of a home.
I let him unzip my dress. I sat down on the bench at the edge of the bed and lifted one leg, then the other, as he unfastened my heels.
That was something he always did. No matter what was going on between us—arguing, silent treatment, whatever—if I had on heels, he was taking them off for me.
I stood to grab our clothes like I usually did, headed toward the laundry basket out of habit. But he stopped me. Hands wrapping around my waist from behind.
“Do that tomorrow,” he said, voice low, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Right now… you need to relax.”
Before I could even reply, his mouth was on my neck with kisses that sent a wave of goosebumps down my spine.
“You smell so damn good,” he whispered, pulling me tighter against him like he could breathe me in.
I could feel my temperature rising.
There was never a time when I didn’t want my husband. Even when I was mad. Even when I swore I was withholding. Evenwhen I closed the door on him and cried myself to sleep. The desire always lingered in the background of my mind.
The way Kairo made love to me… it was like nothing else.
Now, granted, I’ve never had anyone else to compare it to, and I didn’t need to. Just from hearing the way my friends talk about their men, I already knew mine was in a league of his own.
He was slow when I needed slow. Deep when I needed depth. Rough when I needed to feel like I was being claimed… but even then, he never let me forget how sacred I was to him.
There were times I wanted him to just throw me around, scratch the itch, leave the handprint on my ass. And I told him that. But Kairo was different. He’d press his forehead to mine, whispering, “You’re never just sex to me, Khloe. You’re my peace, my center, and my reason.”
