But now?
That Hennessy was kicking in. I could feel a little bit of sweat around my edges and a little bit above my lip, so I wiped my forehead and above my lip real discreetly.
He laughed. “Oh, that liquor getting to you, huh?”
“Boy, mind your business.”
I tossed my cardigan on the sofa behind me and stretched again.
“Why you keep getting up stretching? You trying to show me your body or something?”
“Boy, no. My back is hurting.” I put my hand on my lower back. “I know you see this wagon I’m dragging.”
“Oh, I absolutely do see it. That ass done got fatter since the last time I seen it.”
“Excuse you, boss.” I put my hand up. “Shouldn’t we get back to work?”
“You the one who said some shit about a wagon. I wasn’t even thinking about the wagon until you said something about the wagon.”
We both busted out laughing again.
Then my phone made that noise that signified it was dying, so I had to walk past him to plug it up.
“Excuse me.”
I reached across him and lost my footing.
Somehow, I ended up falling right into him and since he was sitting on the arm of the sofa, he fell down into the actual sofa, and I landed right on top of him.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall on you.”
“You sure you didn’t?”
And then we were looking into each other’s eyes. Our faces started gravitating toward each other, and the shit was crazy. Looking into his eyes again. Just falling for him all over.
Our lips ended up on each other, and we were tonguing each other down like it was the last time.
That kiss was amazing. Better than the last one I remembered. It was sweet. It was sensual. It was sexy. And it was turning me the fuck on, honestly, because I hadn’t had any dick since him.
He was the last person I’d been with, so trust me. My pussy juices were running. Everything was throbbing.
And as bad as I wanted him, I pulled away because I wasn’t about to take it there with him.
I stood up off him, feeling embarrassed.
“I’m sorry. That’s on me. I’m just gonna go.”
“Why are you leaving?”
“Because we just kissed, Ozy. Like, what do you mean?”
“Okay. And I want to do it again.”
“Well, I can’t. Because you are in a relationship…a relationship you said you’re happy in.”
“I lied.”
I froze. “About what?”