That sat with me harder than it should have.
Sade finished her business on the toilet, stood up, washed her hands, and brushed her teeth. She walked back over to me. I pulled her into my chest without thinking about it.
“I don’t want this to become some big dramatic thing,” she told me.
“It won’t.”
She looked up at me. “And don’t make this about Marcus.”
I looked away for a second before answering.
“I will, but I won’t.”
“What that mean?”
“I’m not saying drop him, but you need to drop him,” I told her honestly. “He ain’t good for you.”
“You saying that because we fucked?”
“Nah. I’m saying it because I know the nigga and his history.”
Her face shifted slightly after that. “I don’t want drama, Vaughn.”
“Trust me. It won’t be.”
She studied me for a second before nodding.
“I enjoyed what we did, but I don’t think we should do it again. At least not any time soon.”
I laughed low. “You regulating how much pussy I get already?”
“I’m serious.” She smiled a little. “You said you wanted to be celibate. Focus on that and your life.”
I rubbed my beard, looking down at her.
“You’re right. But I don’t know how long I can wait for you, Sade.”
“Just take care of you, and we’ll figure out the rest along the way.”
I looked at her for a second too long before kissing her again.
“Stay with me for a couple more days.”
“Okay… I’ll have Laila bring me a few things.”
The days felt strange as hell in the best way.
Every morning I woke up expecting her to leave on her own, and every morning she was still there. Curled up somewhere in the suite watching TV, ordering food, or fussing at me every time I reached for a blunt.
“You not smoking that,” she said one morning, snatching the blunt right out of my hand.
“You getting real controlling.”
“And you’re getting healthy. Be grateful.”
I laughed and let her keep the blunt.
We spent most of the time talking.
