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"I'm talking to the man I wouldn't have thought in a million years would disrespect me by giving a bitch I can't stand a key to a secret entrance to come see you.

How did you even know I was going to be gone from the room for long?

Did you pay Monique to fucking talk to me so you can do whatever with Choyce? Huh?"

Honor stared at me in silence, his face unreadable as if he buried whatever he felt out of my reach.

"Honor, say something."

"What's there for me to say, Navy? It seems like you've got this shit all figured out. I had Choyce wait in the hospital parking lot for days. I basically made her say, fuck being a mom to wait for the perfect moment."

"Honor." I sighed.

"Nah, let me finish 'cause you let your mind run wild with bullshit scenarios, so I'ma play the game with you and show you how stupid you sound saying that shit. When Monique brought me breakfast this morning, I slipped her a few hundred to?—"

"Enough, Honor!" I spat.

"It's never enough for you, Navy, and that's the fucking problem. A nigga can make pigs fly and you still gon' find a reason to question shit." He grimaced.

"That's not true, but what do you expect, Honor? You never tell me what's going on with you," I fought, refusing to take the blame for how we got here.

"There's nothing to tell. I'll tell you what you need to know. Other than that, I keep my shit away from you."

"Why? Am I not good enough to stand by your side when you face your enemies?"

"Navy." He let out a soft chuckle, the kind that made my chest tighten. It was a laugh that wasn't meant for me to hear. It was personal.

"I'ma joke to you, Honor?" I whispered.

"Never," he answered defiantly. "You'll never understand how I see you because you don't see yourself in the same light."

I looked at him, confused, but he just shook his head.

"What kind of man would I be if I let my bullshit touch your world, when I know you don't want any part of it?

I know you, Navy, and at times I think I know you better than you know yourself.

Ask exactly what you wanna know and stop the bullshit.

Choyce doesn't mean shit to me, never will, and she doesn't come before you.

There's nothing she knows about me that you don't already know. "

"I believe you." I sighed, knowing I had let my insecurities take things too far. "It all just seemed weird. Why does she need a key, and why did you tell Kage not to let me in the room?"

"Is that what he said?"

I nodded.

"I told him not to let anyone in the room because Choyce and I were talking business. I never meant you couldn't come in."

Honor's eye twitched. It wasn't noticeable, just barely there, but I knew him in all the ways he knew me. That barely there shift, and the way his gaze faltered for a split second before locking back in.

He's lying.

"Okay," I replied without looking at him.

"Anything else you want to know?"

"Nope. Monique said she'll talk to the doctor about getting you discharged in a few days."

"About fucking time."

"I know," I giggled to help ease the tension.

I was barely looking at Honor but felt his smoldering eyes all over me.

"Come here, Navy."

I stepped closer to the bed and let him grab my waist, mostly because I was scared that he might hurt himself if I told his ass no.

"I love you, Navy."

"I know."

"I need to know if you feel my love for you. If you're not, then I'm not doing my job."

"I feel it, Honor."

"Lie to me like that again and I'ma mark your ass up."

"We're too old for that," I huffed.

"Never too old to leave my mark on you. Lean down," he instructed lowly.

I shifted forward, dipping my chest toward his face.

The V-neck of my shirt fell open just enough for Honor to satisfy his kink.

A soft, teasing breath blew across the spot he chose.

The sudden coolness made my skin tingle.

His lips pressed down, slow and intentionally.

A faint sting flared into an intense heat that bloomed beneath my skin.

I caught my breath as my eyes fluttered shut and the heat settled into a pulse.

"You are mine, Navy. Never let a bitch who doesn't matter trick you out of your spot." His words were the last thing I felt against my skin before Honor's lips pressed down again, sealing what he said with a kiss. I pulled back just enough to see the beginning of the darkening mark forming.

A slight smirk tugged at my lips. "You really have a kink for marking, huh?" I teased.

"Nah, not a kink. I just love marking you." Honor grinned.

"I'm going to call Chosyn. She called me when I was talking to Monique, but I ignored the call."

"Ight."

Honor clipped my chin and tugged me by my shirt for a kiss on the lips. I obliged, letting him have his way. After I left his room, I wasted no time calling Chosyn.

"Not you calling me back twenty minutes later," she answered.

"I'm not Wolfe, Chosyn. I move on my own time."

"Fine. Don't say nothing when you find out River and I are having lunch with Gigi."

"Damn, you couldn't text to tell me?" I frowned.

"Nope, but you are more than welcome to come. River and I just pulled up."

"Okay, give me like thirty minutes. Honor needs his meds and?—"

"Call a nurse. That grown-ass man you're treating like a child is in a hospital where they get paid to wait on him hand and foot. Tell him you're leaving and that you'll be back after we get you litty. Oh, throw in you'll lick his gooch too."

"Eww! You eat ass Chosyn?"

"Stay outta my bedroom, hoe." She laughed, and I made a mental note never to drink or eat after her.

"I'm on my way."

"Hurry up," she said, then ended the call.

Rolling my eyes, I went back into the room.

"Chosyn and River are doing an early dinner with Gigi," I told him.

"Go have fun, Navy. I'm good here."

"Okay. Don't have any other hoes up here," I warned.

"Yeah, I'm not on my job like I thought. Don't worry I'ma get us back right." He smirked.

"Whatever." I giggled and grabbed my purse off the hook. I was about to walk out of the room, but I stopped.

"Does Choyce still have the key?" I asked.

"Nah. When she came up, I told her to give it back."

"Okay." I nodded.

"Navy, it's you for me."

"I know. I love you."

"I love you, too."

I flashed Honor a smile before walking out of the room, feeling like love wasn't going to be enough to hold us together.