Each press of my mouth linger longer than the last, as if I’m asking permission without using words. Like I’m saying I’m sorry in a language we could understand. Similar to her in Za’s own private language, this was just ours.
Her hand finally moves, but not to push me away.
It’s to grip my shoulder lightly.
I pause there, mouth hovering against the warmth of her thighs, waiting. Still giving her time to back out. Her lips part like she’s about to say something but I don’t confess first
“I still have more to go. I’m miles away from the man I was before but I’m nowhere close to the man I wanna be,” I admit.
She caress my cheek. “And who is it you wanna be, Jabari McKingsley?”??
“Someone worthy of you.”
She softens. “You’re not as far as you think.”
I sigh in relief, cheeks resting against her thighs. “You’re not gonna leave me?”
“No, Bari.”
“You still love me?”
“Yes. I love you.”
I relax then, finding the nerve to continue to kiss her.
“I love you too,” I mutter into her inner thigh, looking right at her comic strip underwear. Her leg naturally goes over my shoulders as I continue my descent. I feel her hand in my hair and she leans in closer.Maybe I shouldn’t. We only just made up and she’s?—
“Are you going to or not?”
Well. That answers that.
Pulling the fabric to the side, I continue the kisses, drawing tiny gasps from her. My tongue drags along her entrance and I’m ready to taste her clit when?—
“What the fuck are you two doing?!”
Fuck.
Frankie kicks me back so fast I almost crash into the coffee table.
We both look to see Za is standing there.
Dance bag still on her shoulder. Keys still in her hand. She looks between us once. Then twice.
Then down at Frankie’s thighs before Frankie covers herself.
“Oh my God.”
Frankie gets up immediately. “Za?—”
“Don’t.” Zaza commands. “Don’t you dare say my name right now.”
“Let me explain?—”
“I just walked in on my best friend letting my brother eat her out on my couch,” she snaps. “The same brother I spent all night crying about! What is there to explain, Francine?!”
“It’s not what?—”
“It’s not what it seems?” Za finishes for her. “Are you serious right now?”
