Not because I needed more sex, but because I needed something soft after all that violence.
Then we made love until exhaustion finally dragged us under, my body tangled with his while the rest of the world disappeared beyond those walls.
CHAPTER 13
Rain tapped softly against the bedroom window while I lay there staring at the ceiling, tangled up in Booda’s arms with my mind refusing to quiet completely. My body still felt heavy from the night before, but not just from sex, from everything that had happened.
I swallowed hard and rubbed my thumb across the inside of my palm. Even after scrubbing my skin raw in the shower, I still swore I could feel G5’s blood covering my hands.
I didn’t know what to make of any of it.
While I silently lie there, struggling with my identity, Booda repositioned himself behind me, and his arm tightened around my waist. “You up?” he asked, his voice still rough from sleep.
“Yeah. Been up for a while now,” I replied softly, trying not to alert him of my troubles.
The dick had been good, great even, but it was a temporary fix. Now that the highs of my orgasm were no longer a distraction, I was right back at square one, wrestling with the realization that I was a far different woman than I’d led myself to believe.
He pressed a kiss against the back of my shoulder before settling again. “I know. I could hear you thinking in my sleep. That’s what woke me up.”
I let out a breath through my nose as my thoughts kept circling back to the money transfer from the night before. At first, I hadn’t thought much about it. We needed money, so I moved it. Simple. But lying there now, replaying everything in my head, I couldn’t stop thinking about how natural it all felt.
Last night should’ve been confusing. Stressful. I should’ve second-guessed myself at least once. But I didn’t. Everything flowed too smoothly, and that realization bothered me more now than it had while I was actually doing it.
Like breathing, it was all muscle memory.
“Booda.”
“Hmm?”
“I remembered that account.”
“I know.”
“No,” I said quietly, staring harder at the ceiling. “I really remembered it.”
That got his attention, and he lifted himself slightly behind me, watching my face carefully while I tried to piece the feeling together.
“I didn’t even think about what I was doing,” I admitted. “I just did it.”
A slow grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Good.”
I turned my head enough to look at him. “Good? Nigga, that shit scared me.”
“Why?”
“Because normal people don’t know how to move fifty thousand dollars around without getting caught.”
Booda shrugged, as if we were discussing the weather. “You ain’t normal, Koko.”
I looked away, but Booda reached over and grabbed my chin gently, forcing my eyes back to his.
“You gotta stop acting shocked every time you remember who the fuck you are.”
“Normal.” His thumb brushed slowly across my jaw before he shook his head. “Why the fuck would I want you to be normal?”
I frowned slightly, and his eyes softened.
“Normal bitches never did nothing for me. I fell in love with the woman who could walk into a room and make everybody feel her presence without saying a word. The woman who knew how to survive. The woman who always figured shit out.”
