Heavy tapped at her spot, making her scream and respond.
“Yes, yes! We’re good.”
“A’ight bet. Nia just got here and was looking for you. I ain’t wanna tell her you was down here getting some dick.” Boobie laughed and hit the door before jogging back up the steps.
Petrified, Cyren pushed Heavy back, barely, and hopped down from the counter. Post orgasm, and still a bit drunk, she stumbled. Catching her around the waist, Heavy licked his lips and swiped a few strands of hair from her damp forehead.
“You good?” he asked.
Tucking her lips, Cyren nodded. She could have fallen right back into his trap, or to her knees, and really gotten it popping with the way he was staring at her. Instead, she pulled away and adjusted her panties. She really wanted to take them off, but wearing jeans with no underwear was diabolical, so she thugged it out.
Heavy fixed his clothes and maneuvered around her to wash his hands at the double sink. Cyren fixed her hair as best as she could, then washed her hands and reapplied her lip gloss before spraying on perfume. The smell of them together was now her favorite, but she wasn’t about to go upstairs like that.
Smiling, Cyren bit into her bottom lip, watching him tuck his gun and flip his hat back around. “Um, thank you?”
Heavy smirked, eyes roaming her body. She’d gotten lucky. “You’re more than welcome. You can’t feel that shit anymore, can you?”
On a high, and disgustingly pleased, Cyren shook her head. “Not at all. I feel something else, entirely.”
He nodded, knowing exactly what she meant.
6
Monday had arrived entirely too fast.
Cyren felt it before she even opened her eyes. The dull throb behind them, the heaviness in her limbs, and the dryness in her throat were a reminder that mixing tequila and Hennessy wasn’t a good idea. Not to mention, crying until she was physically exhausted. Her comforter felt too good wrapped around her body for her to even consider moving.
The alarm she had blindly snoozed fifteen minutes ago was back blaring. Cyren groaned and reached for her phone underthe pillow, silencing it before it could scream at her again. Rolling onto her back, she rubbed her eyes and immediately regretted opening them. The slight spinning sensation reminded her she was still recovering from the weekend.
Her stomach twisted. Not from liquor this time, but from the memories. Her face instantly warmed at the thought of Heavy and the way he catered to her mind, body, and soul in and out of that bathroom. Though what they shared was brief, Cyren hadn’t been able to keep the moment or him off her mind. It wasn’t just the sex, but damn, had she needed that the most.
“Mm, mm, mm,” she mumbled, dragging the cover over her head. “I should’ve taken the day off.”
It was still early enough to do so. One email to her supervisor, and she could’ve spent the day sleeping and pretending she hadn’t let a man she barely knew rearrange her insides and entire emotional state in under twenty-four hours. Heavy had to be the man Salt-N-Pepper and En Vogue were hooting and hollering about.
The thought of calling in was tempting, but adulthood and responsibilities outweighed it. Having Friday off left her to-do list full. Plus, she had a meeting and clients already scheduled. Being an adult some days was no fun. A soft knock at her door interrupted her internal battle.
She tossed the comforter off her face. “Come in.”
Nia stepped inside, dressed in navy scrubs with her dark brown hair pulled back into a slick ponytail. Her beauty was on full display, and Cyren couldn’t help but notice how rested she looked. Her eyes didn’t look as tired as they had the day before, when they went to dinner.
“Good morning,” Nia greeted.
“Good morning. You look pretty,” Cyren gushed, making her smile.
“Thank you, baby.” Her gaze softened as she took Cyren in. “How you feeling?”
“Like I shouldn’t have been drinking,” Cyren admitted, slowly sitting up.
Nia laughed, softly. “That bad?”
Cyren squinted. “Tequila is disrespectful.”
“That’s why I leave it alone. A glass of wine or two is all I need.”
Cyren leaned back against her headboard. “I wish I would’ve left it alone, too.”
After barely recovering from Friday’s festivities, Bre had convinced her to come out with her and her friends on Saturday. Brunch turned into a day party and some kickback that Cyren didn’t get home from until almost nine o’clock. She slept in a bit on Sunday, but Nia was off, so they hung out some around the house before going to eat and shopping. Simply put, she needed another day to recover.
