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His head flung back as he laughed, eyes closed and mouth open in joy, and all I could do was wipe my happy tears as the last of my chuckles rumbled up and out of my mouth.
“I don’t think I’ma make it through this movie, pooh,” he announced after finally getting himself together.
“We can if we stop rewinding it. Otherwise, we’re definitely going to fall asleep.”
“Aight, aight. We will only rewind the really funny parts,” Kayne agreed, setting the remote on the coffee stand.
Somehow, we made it through the rest of the movie, but I had fallen asleep sitting straight up. I awoke mid-snore, making us have another laughing fit.
“Yeah, you’re done for the night,” Kayne decided, picking me up and carrying me to my room.
“Are you going to be okay driving? You know you can stay here,” I offered, tightening my grip around his neck and snuggling closer to him.
“Yeah, I’m good. I need to talk to my brother anyway, so I’ma call him while I drive.”
“Okay. Let me know when you get home.”
“Bae, you gon’ be sleep.”
“So! When I wake up in two or three hours, I need to see your text, or I’ll worry.”
“Fine, I’ll text you.”
Kayne set me on the side of my bed, carefully taking off my pajamas because he knew I loved sleeping naked. When I was down to my bra and panties, he stepped back.
“I’ma let you handle the rest. Good night, pooh.”
“Night, pookie. Don’t forget to text me.”
“Okay.”
I waited until he cut my light off and closed the door before I took off my undies. We’d gone swimming together, so seeing each other half naked wasn’t anything new. I grabbed the fan remote from the nightstand and cut it on before scooting to the middle of my bed, knowing it wouldn’t be long before I passed out.
Ihad the windows rolled down, allowing the air to hit my face and keep me alert. I was more sleepy than high, which was why I wanted to get home and into my own bed. Before I could peacefully relax, I needed to talk to my brother. Between what happened last night and me calling Jayla bae today, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep my feelings for her pushed down. She didn’t seem to notice, which was good, but still. I hated feeling like the way I was feeling was wrong, and if somethingdidhappen between us, I didn’t want to feel like I was doing something wrong.
I dialed his number and let it connect to Bluetooth. Not too much time passed before he answered with, “Wassup?”
“I want Jayla,” I confessed, feeling no need to beat around the bush.
A few seconds passed before he responded with, “Want her how?”
Smiling, I licked my lips and relaxed my grip on the steering wheel. “In all ways.”
“I thought y’all were just friends?”
“We are, but I’ve always wanted more. I never said anything out of respect for you, but I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna be able to keep how I’m feeling inside.”
“Damn. I didn’t know you felt like that. I mean, I knew there was something there, but I just thought it was a lil crush that would eventually go away.”
I chuckled at his choice of words. “Ain’t nothing about what I feel for her little, bruh. I wanted to come to you about it respectfully with hope that you’d bless me going after her. If not, I understand.”
He huffed into the receiver. “I’on know how I feel about you being with her after me. I fucked her. That don’t bother you?”
“Nah. I know I’ma fuck her better.”
He laughed, and I was glad he thought what I’d said was a joke because it lightened the gravity of the situation—but I was serious.
“So you cool with having my sloppy seconds, bruh?”