Page 37 of Just Like Summer

She inhaled his scent before replying. “Goodnight, Cai.”

He groaned, releasing her. He stepped back and looked at her nipples pressed against the Greenwood High graduation tee she wore. “I don’t want to be your friend.”

“I know,” she breathed but didn’t give him the response she wanted to.

He nodded. “When you’re ready, aight?”

“Okay.”

He took one final look at her and pulled himself out the room, closing the door. Kamilla stood there for a minute before placing her hand against the apex of her thighs. The heat had swelled her to the point it throbbed. Pulling in a deep breath, she pushed it out and climbed back into bed, grabbing the pillow that held his scent and rolled to her side.

Kamilla’s ear listened to the breaths Cairo took on the other side of the door as if he wanted to barge back in and take back his declaration. He didn’t. He respected her space and stood on business. When she heard him moved away from the door, she bit a smile into the pillow.

The moment played on a loop in her mind until she drifted to sleep. When morning came she unfurled her body and checked her phone. It was past eleven and she groaned. For a second, she forgot about the fight with QaMeesha, the crying rock, and the impromptu meeting of Cairo’s friends. She didn’t forget the intensity of that midnight kiss or the heaviness of his erection pressed against her.

Before she walked out of the room, she pulled a pair of sweats over her legs. She was expecting Cairo but found Dania on the couch scrolling away on her phone.

“Morning,” Kamilla muttered.

Dania looked up and greeted her with a smile. “Morning. They had to go handle some business. Cairo asked me to come over so you wouldn’t be alone.”

Kamilla raised a brow. “Did he or did you tell him you would?”

Dania giggled. “I might’ve volunteered my services. You can’t sit in here alone or move around the neighborhood alone. I heard your sense of direction is terrible.”

Kamilla laughed. “It actually is really bad but I’d never admit that to him. Too stubborn to admit defeat.”

“Go get cute and I’ll show you around. I have to go to the clinic and I want some company. Plus it looks like we’re going to be together, might as well get used to each other,” Dania said.

“Cute is…leggings and a t-shit and my mess of hair,” Kamilla admitted.

“I can braid it. I might be something like a stylist.”

Kamilla frowned. “So why aren’t you doing that?”

“I’ll tell you my story once you get dressed,” Dania said with a slight frown of her own.

Kamilla got dressed, grabbed her phone and the spare key Cairo left near it. She checked her text from him like it was second nature.

C-Ro: Morning, K. Check top drawer. Don’t buy supplies. I got it.

Kamilla opened the top drawer of the dresser find a few stacks of money. “What the hell.”

It was too much money to have on her so, she peeled off eighty dollars and stuffed it into the inside pocket of her leggings and walked out of the room. Dania stood and smirked, “Yeah we’re stopping by the hair store to get you right.”

Kamilla followed her out of the house, securing the house behind her and getting into Dania’s car. A C-Class Mercedes Benz a few years old.

“What’s at the clinic?” Kamilla asked, curious of how this day was going to unfold for her.

“I’m pregnant. So I have to get another test before they schedule me,” Dania shared.

“Oh, congratulations,” Kamilla said. “Are you excited?”

“I have mixed emotions. My father used to be the pastor of the hood before he went down on fed charges. I just don’t want to be end up like my momma trying to figure out how she’s going to feed her kids if something happens to Nate,” Dania shared.

Kamilla related to that fear of ending up like her mother. “I can get that. I don’t want to end up like my mom either.”

“Where is she?” Dania asked not knowing the details.