Page 8 of Blake University: HBCU Chronicles – Yon & Imole

hadn’t even realized her feet were moving until she was right there with him in the VIP section, in the middle of the moment. Yon gave her that same lazy smile, the one that said he was glad she came, and then pulled her onto the dance floor just as the DJ dropped a heavy bounce track that made the whole club tilt.

The beat was fast, the bass thick. ’s hips moved on instinct, finding the rhythm like it had been waiting for her all night. Yon stayed close behind her, one hand hovering at her waist, not quite touching, respectful, but there. Watching. Matching her energy. Feeding off it.

She dipped lower, laughing when Stormii hyped her up from across the floor.

“Go ‘head, ‘Mo!”

Stormii hollered, throwing a napkin in the air like it was Mardi Gras.

The energy was wild. Black joy, bass, sweat and gold flashing under club lights. One track bled into the next, and then the next, and then…

The vibe shifted.

The DJ, sensing the moment, slowed it down. A late ‘90s R&B classic hit the speakers like silk: it was smooth, nostalgic, and dangerous.

’s breath caught as the tempo changed.

Yon didn’t hesitate. He stepped closer, gently pulling her in by the hand.

“You good?”

he asked, voice low.

She nodded, slipping her arms around his neck.

His hands found her waist this time. No hesitation.

They swayed as she rested her head into his chest. His heartbeat echoing the baseline in the slow jam. He felt good. This felt right.