Page 78 of Definitely Not a Thing

She was literally in my bed, afterall.

“Don’t you worry about it,” Arthur said, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “You got security money, right?”

I frowned. “Security? What the hell would I need security for? You heard something? Know something I don’t know?”

“Just saying – niggas get crazy.”

“So then, no,” I laughed. “His feelings are just a little hurt, he’ll be aiight.”

I was saying it to get Arthur off my back about it, but I also fully believed it to be the case. Icertainlywasn’t about to be walking around the building looking over my shoulder… for the few days I had left before I would be relocating to Blackwood for training.

Hm.

I… felt like me and Amelia needed to have a little conversation.

Or… shit… was I overthinking last night?

It was kinda hard not to, with a shift from us becoming actual, honest friends to… whatever last night made us.

Ifit made us anything other than what we were already were.

I thrived on clarity, though.

I scooped up my ball, tucked it under my arm, and headed back up to my apartment, halfway wondering if she would even still be there.

She was.

Although, she’d clearly been up for a bit – fresh clothes, hair brushed, drinking coffee from a mug I’d never seen before in my life, all which led me to believe she’d probably gone home at some point to pull herself together.

“Damn, so you just left my shit wide open, huh?” I asked, prompting wide eyes from her.

“Notwide open,” she defended. “But yes… unlocked. Only for like ten minutes though.”

“Tell me anything,” I grumbled, ambling over to where she was sitting at my kitchen counter. I walked right up to her… waited… she tipped her head back… looked at me.

Smiled.

And the crowd wentwild.

In my head, at least.

Externally, I leaned down, planting a quick kiss against her lips… that immediately sent a look of confusion over her face.

“What wasthatfor?!” she asked, clearly alarmed, clutching her coffee to her chest. “We ain’tneverdid that before!”

Well damn.

Her pulling back like that was…damn.

“I could draw your vulva from memory at this point Amelia, what do you mean?” I challenged, not understanding why she was still putting distance between us.

She scowled at me. “Imean, that kiss was like… that wasn’t… that felt different. Why did you do that?”

“Is that not what you wanted me to do?!”

“What would make you think that?!”

“You tipped your head back!”