“Nah. You guess what? What’s that supposed to mean?”
Cyren wasn’t fully convinced that he didn’t have a gang of women blowing his line down. Heavy was far too fine, too paid, and had the type of dick to make a woman lose her morals. It sounded good, though. Her lips curved, slightly, smirking at the look on his face. He seriously wanted to know what she meant.
“I’m just not buying into you claiming for me to be the only woman you have visiting you, that’s all,” Cyren said, shrugging.
“Aye. Believe what you want, sweetheart. Lying to you doesn’t benefit me in any way.”
Cyren smiled. She knew him lying right now wouldn’t, but that didn’t mean he never would. Heavy was a man. They lied. Maybe not intentionally, but for some reason, they just did. As if the truth wasn’t good enough.
A man would lie and play along just enough to get his way, and when he didn’t, his true colors would show. Cyren had witnessed it with her own father and other men she’d dated. She wasn’t trying to compare Heavy to any of them; she was just being realistic with the situation.
“Okay,” she said, sighing.
“You over there, sighing and shit. What about you?”
Cyren tilted her head. “What about me?”
“We already established we’re both single,” he said. “So what we on?”
Her eyes held his, steadily, but there was a lightness in them. He asked the question she’d wanted to the day he pulled up on her at her job. Her answer was still the same.
“We’re just having fun,” she said. “Enjoying the moment. Nothing too serious, right?”
“That’s it?” he asked.
Cyren shrugged, taking a sip from her water. “For now.”
He studied her, trying to read past whatever guard this was she was throwing up. It happened every time the topic got heavy.
“What’s serious to you?” he asked.
Cyren softly exhaled, her gaze drifting for a second before coming back to him. “I don’t know right now,” she admitted. “I’m just… enjoying whatever this is. Who knows. I might end up moving tomorrow.”
Heavy’s face twisted into a frown, and a clicking sound with his tongue against his teeth signaled his quick disapproval. “Man, stop playing.”
Cyren laughed, shaking her head. “I’m serious.”
He stepped around the bed, eliminating the space between them. “You just be saying anything.”
“I’m not, though,” she said, still smiling. “I could wake up and decide I need something different.”
Heavy looked at her like he was trying to decide if he liked that or not.
“Yeah,” he muttered, “I ain’t feeling that.”
Cyren laughed again. “And that’s fine.”
He didn’t have to feel it. Cyren was serious and meant everything she said. Heavy’s gaze dropped to her lips for a second before coming back up to her eyes.
“Yeah, a’ight. Until that happens, c’mere and sit that pussy on my face,” he commanded, tugging her to him.
She was doing too much talking and not enough with the lips he wanted to feel. Cyren wiggled in his embrace as he peppered her neck with kisses.
“Wait,” she breathed as his hands slid inside the back of her leggings. “I want to get in the shower.”
Heavy ran his nose up her neck, smelling a different scent than the one he’d fallen in love with. This one was just as pleasant. A natural, soft smell that had him ready to rip her clothes off.
“A’ight. You can do that,” he said, jiggling her butt in his hands. “This shit feels like Jello and fits my hands perfectly.”
