His lips thinned.
Oh yeah.
I’d called it.
I leaned to him, touched mine to his, they unthinned, and I sat back.
“You do what you gotta do. Just sayin’.” I lifted hat and shoebox. “And thank you for these, honey. I love them. They’re perfect.”
“Another reason to send Shirleen. She’s good at that shit.”
She sure was.
“You wanna try the shoes on?” he asked.
I sure did.
I put the hat on my head and the shoes on my feet.
I then got up and modeled both.
They didn’t go together.
But I rocked them.
“Fuck, I’m getting hard,” Knox said, watching me sashay around my living room with Jacques following me.
I stopped and noted, “We have time for a quickie.”
“C’mere,” he murmured.
I went there.
Jacques went there.
I climbed astride my man.
Jacques pushed in between us.
Knox put his hands to my ass.
I petted my dog.
“Before we do this,” he began, “was that ‘I can take care of myself’ thing what you wanted to talk about?”
“Sorry?”
“The short but important convo.”
Oh.
Damn.
He gave my ass a squeeze. “Luna.”
Honesty. Putting it out there.
Ugh.
