His hands went back to my shoulders, working the tension out again, slower this time, more intentional.
“You’ve always been pretty,” he continued. “You knew it, but I love how you always remained humble. That made you even more beautiful in my eyes. Superficial bitches be pretty on the outside, but ugly inside. You were never that.”
He looked down at me and grinned. “I lucked up when I found you. You have beauty, sex appeal, and have always been the realest nigga on my team. Never forget that.”
My knees buckled when his lips grazed my ear, and I had to lean into him to keep from falling.
“Thank you,” I said, truly appreciating him saying that.
His hands stilled for half a second as if he were shocked, then started moving in again.
“You never have to thank me for honoring you. That will forever be my job.”
I shut my eyes, letting the water hit my face, because I didn’t have a response for that.
For a second, I stood there speechless. His hands, the heat, the way everything felt familiar. It was too easy to fall back into.
Then I caught myself.
I straightened up and pulled away to break the spell he had me under.
“Aight,” I said, reaching for the soap. “That’s enough. Thank you for the massage.”
His hands fell to his side. He wasn’t expecting that.
“That’s it?” he asked, sounding amused.
“That’s it,” I replied, quickly soaping my body.
I hit every crook and crevice, then rinsed off as fast as I could, not giving him another chance to pull me back in.
With that done, I stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel, and shut the water off. He finished just as fast as I had.
My skin was still buzzing, my body still remembering everything I was trying to forget, but I kept my face straight as I wrapped the towel around me.
Behind me, I could feel his eyes on me.
“Keep acting like you don’t want me. You just prolonging the inevitable,” he said.
I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his gaze so I could make my point clear.
“I don’t want you. This was fun, but it’s still over,” I replied.
Even if my body was telling a different story.
“We will never be over,” he chuckled as he followed me into the bedroom.
I grabbed my luggage out of the closet, rummaging through what little I had. After finding a t-shirt and a pair of tights, I moisturized my body and pulled on the clean clothes. Then, I went back to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair.
By the time I finished, Booda was dressed and was just standing by, watching me.
“What?” I snapped, snatching my shirt down.
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he studied me. “When was the last time you ate?”
That caught me off guard.
“What?”
