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I read another comment out loud: “‘When shorty stepped into that hot tub? It was over. She thick as hell.’”

“Shorty ismygirl,” he said, pulling me across him until I was straddling his hips.

“What if this really happens?” I asked. “Like, what if labels start calling and this leads to sold-out shows and you on every playlist…”

“I’m scared to hope,” he admitted. “But if it does, first thing I’m doing is making sure you don’t ever put on a uniform again unless you’re playing dress up for me.”

I pretended to think about it, dragging my fingertips over the hard plane of his stomach. “Imeeeean… who wouldn’t mind trading name tags for red carpets?”

“Good,” he murmured, kissing my collarbone, then lower. “Because I like you like this. This happy and giddy.”

My phone buzzed again between us, and we both groaned. I fished it up and held it so we could read yet another comment.

“‘This song feels like the city. Like late nights riding down 75thStreet.’”

I was beaming. “They get it.”

“They feel it,” he said proudly and as if he couldn’t believe it.

I looked at him, at the chain glinting on his throat, the confidence under his skin, the softness he saved for me, and a wave of pride hit me so strong it almost brought tears to my eyes. The internet was catching on to what I already knew: Moses was the truth.

“C’mere,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him again, basking in his taste of liquor and forever.

“Moses, get up!”

He groaned as I climbed over him. “What, baby?”

The response from the video had been great all night. Ill One had come over late last night and dragged Moses out to celebrate the successful release of the single and video. I didn’t mind staying home with Trenton because I was tired from all the private celebrating Moses and I had been doing. Moses hadn’t come back until almost five in the morning. But hehadto get up. This couldn’t wait.

I was bouncing up and down in the bed on my knees and lightly smacking his arm.

“Get up! Get up!” I chanted, continuously hitting him.

“What, girl?” he laughed, groggily.

“Look at this! Your video is going viral!”

Oh, that got his attention. His eyes popped open. I shoved my phone in his face. He squinted, trying to adjust his eyes to the sudden light.

“You see?! Two million views in twenty-four hours! And look!”

“Wait…” he said as I snatched my phone out of his hand. I hadn’t even given him a chance to see for himself. I was just so excited! I closed the Facebook app and then went to my Instagram app and put the hashtag #SongsofMoses in the search engine. Once all of the posts had populated, I gave him the phone back.

“It’s going viral on Instagram too! The Shade Room and Baller Alert posted it!”

Looking at the phone with amazement in his sleepy eyes, he sat up with a grin slowly forming as he scrolled through the different posts. Blogs were talking about it. Other rappers had reposted it. Dancers were already making routines to it.

I continued to bounce up and down,squealing. I was so fucking happy! Moses’ music had always done well but had never gone viral.

“Nigga, we made it!” I chanted in my Drake voice.

“Oooohshit!” Moses sang as he stared at the phone with this huge smile on his face.

“Can you believe it?!”

“Where my phone at?”

Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed his phone and unlocked it.