Page 10 of Paranormal Love From an Immortal Thug

T h e s u n p e e k e d through my curtains like it had a damn purpose, beaming directly across the bed and warming my bare legs. I stretched a little, wincing from the soreness between my thighs, my hips, and my back.

I blinked, then turned my head slowly. Khalid was laid out with one arm slung over his head, the other resting on his chest, lips parted, breathing deep and slow.

I sat up slowly, the sheets falling to my waist. My heart picked up like a drumline, joy bubbling up before I even knew what to do with it.

I stared at him, grinning like a damn maniac.

He looked so peaceful and so fucking fine.

“Khalid,” I whispered, poking at his shoulder. Nothing. I poked again. “Khalid.” Still nothing. I slapped his chest lightly. “Wake up.”

His eyes cracked open just a little, red at the corners. “The fuck, baby…” he grumbled, voice deep and full of sleep. “Why you breathin’ so hard in my face? What’s wrong?”

I giggled and climbed on top of him, straddling his stomach. “Because you’re really still here! The potion really worked!”

He blinked slowly, pulling the blanket over his face. “We know this already. Wake me up again when it’s Thanksgiving. I miss that shit.”

“Khalid!”

He groaned, pulling the covers back just enough to eye me up and down. Then, he flashed a big ass grin and pulled me closer, kissing my cheek. “I’m just fuckin’ with you, ma.”

I grabbed a pillow and hit him. “That’s not funny. We got a lot to take care of now. You need a new social, ID, clothes, a phone, and…”

He leaned back, grinning. “You gon’ teach me all the new shit?”

“Yep. Gotta catch you up on social media, Caresha Please, the best Drake albums, Trump, and a whole lot more.”

His face twisted. “Caresha who?”

“Exactly.”

We moved through my apartment like we’d been doing this for years.

We showered together first—well, tried to.

It turned into him damn near fucking me into the tile before I snatched the showerhead and sprayed him dead in the face to calm his demon ass down.

Breakfast came next. Or whatever he called breakfast. Khalid insisted on cooking and somehow burned the toast and the turkey bacon.

“It’s ‘posed to be crispy,” he muttered, squinting at it like it betrayed him.

I ended up taking over before he set my kitchen on fire, whipping up fluffy eggs, pancakes, and turkey sausage while he stood behind me trying to steal kisses and acting like dying fifteen years ago was a valid excuse for not knowing how to scramble a damn egg.

While we ate, he held my phone trying to figure out Face ID and cussed it out when it didn’t recognize him. “This is some bullshit.”

Damn near choking on syrup from laughing so hard, I managed to get out, “No, it only works with my face.”

We stayed like that all morning, just vibing on the couch, and planning. I even helped him research jobs that didn’t require background checks, and I laughed at his choice of a new government last name.

“Knight? What kinda last name is that?”

“Khalid Knight. That shit sounds ill.”

“You need a real ass name. Like… Khalid Washington or some shit.”

“Says the one whose mama named her Wednesday Attims.”

I gave him the side eye, folding my arms across my chest. “How’d you know my last name?

He smirked, rubbing his hands together. “I peeped your driver’s license when you was sleep. Your picture is cute as fuck, by the way.”

“Whatever!”

Minutes turned to hours, and the day flew by.

I ignored every call and email. I chose to stay in the moment, and I loved that for me.

We stayed hugged up on the couch watching movies, eating, smoking, and enjoying each other’s company.

Then, out of nowhere, the lights and TV shut off, and I leaped onto his lap.

Khalid chuckled. “Relax. I gotchu, scary ass.”

“No, that voodoo lady put a little something extra in that potion. What are we gonna do if something happens?”

He reached over, grabbed the blunt from the ashtray on the coffee table, and sparked it.

“We roll up, we stay calm… and if a spirit try to pull up…” He kissed my forehead, pulled back slowly, eyes dark and deadly.

“…then we fuck that nigga up. Shit, we in this together. Whatever come knockin’, baby. ”

I held his stare, my pulse racing. “You sure you’re ready for all of this?”

He grinned slowly before hitting the blunt.

“Been betrayed and left for dead. As much as I wanna spin on them niggas who got me, I know this is my second chance at shit. This the first time I feel alive in a long ass time. Whatever’s out here better be ready for us.

” He drew me in closer, and I lay my head on his shoulder, exhaling deeply. This felt like a whole new beginning.