Page 5 of A Major Love

“After the performance you put on last night, I thought you deserved breakfast in bed.”

I raised my brow as I blushed. After my period, I was extra horny. We hadn’t had sex in several days because before my period came, and prior, I was out of town for a few days, but we made up for it last night.

“Let me go back to bed then,” I teased.

I pretended to walk away, but he gently grabbed my waist, pulling me toward him, my back against his chest. When he buried his face in my neck, I giggled because it tickled.

“Nah. We can eat at the table now that you’re up,” he said after planting a few kisses on my neck. “Have a seat, and I’ll bring your plate to you.”

“Thank you.”

A few minutes later, he joined me at the table. After he blessed the food, we ate in silence for a few minutes.

“So, have you given any thought to moving in with me?” he asked.

I’d been avoiding this conversation for a full week and would’ve continued to do so had he not brought it up.

“I have.”

“And?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. I?—”

“You don’t think it’s a good idea? Why the fuck not?” he questioned in an elevated voice that wasn’t quite shouting, but louder than necessary.

“I love my condo, and I like having my own space.”

“We can buy a house big enough for you to have your own space.”

“It’s not the same, Jordan. I’ve never lived with a man, and I’m not ready.”

“Dynastie, grow the fuck up. You’re thirty-two years old. Exactly when do you think you’ll be ready?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not ready now.”

He shook his head, and his face showed he was disappointed and disgusted.

“You know what? I’ve been patient as hell with your emotionally unavailable ass. I?—”

“Emotionally unavailable? Are you serious right now?”

“As fuck! I thought I’d cracked the code, at least a little bit, but you fooled the fuck outta me.”

“Fooled you? What are you trying to say?”

“You don’t find it odd that, in two years, we’ve never confessed our love for each other? Most women would’ve been on my ass about it, but you couldn’t care less.”

“First of all, I’m not most women.You’remad atmebecauseyouweren’t man enough to tell me you loved me, becauseIdidn’t say it first. Nigga, you’re the one that needs to grow the fuck up.”

I shot out of my seat so aggressively that the chair fell backward.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Jordan shouted, following me.

“To get my shit so I can go home. Why would I stay here?”

“Hold up, Dynastie. You don’t have to leave.”

He grabbed my wrist to stop me from walking, and I snatched it away. I turned to face him, folding my arms across my chest and putting all my weight on one leg. I looked up at him, waiting for him to say what he needed to say, not that it mattered because I was still leaving.