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When it was over, I stayed here for a second with my head pressed back into the pillow while I caught my breath. My hand was still wrapped around my dick while the last of my nut slid down over my fingers. I looked down at that shit, watchin’ it drag slow against my skin, and let out a low breath while my bodycame down from it, but even then, it ain’t hit the way I needed it to.

This shit ain’t fix nothin’. If anything, it made it worse.

I sat her for a second, quiet, feelin’ that empty space hit me right after, and that’s when it really set in how bad I wanted Sha’Nelle back. Not just the sex, but her…

I finally got up and cleaned my dick off, washed my hands then came back to the bed, but I already knew I wasn’t about to go to sleep now.

My heart was still beatin’ too fast, and my mind was still stuck on Sha’Nelle.

That shit Kay’Lo told me came back to me, and I was sittin’ here tight as hell, thinkin’ about how I let a nigga with ten personalities convince me to chill when I should’ve just did what the fuck I wanted to do in the first place.

I reached for my phone and sat here for a second before unlockin’ it, already knowin’ what I was about to do.

I started lookin’ up hotels, my jaw tight while I scrolled, already feelin’ myself gettin’ fed up with how this shit been goin’. I was tired of sittin’ around waitin’ on ‘Nelle. I was tired of playin’ this shit her way, and tired of watchin’ her move like she ain’t know what the fuck she had with me.

If I had to pull up on her and literally snatch her out that nigga’s arms, then that’s exactly what the fuck I was gon’ do.

It ain’t even matter if she wanted to see me or not, ‘cause either way, her ass was gon’ see me again.

This time, I wasn’t leavin’ without her.

Greystone City

Today, I was about to meet Couture’s mama and his nephew for the first time, and I ain’t gon’ lie, I had been thinkin’ about it ever since he told me he wanted to take me over there.

It wasn’t that I was nervous about meetin’ them. I could meet people and be myself without all that extra shit, but this felt different ‘cause Couture had already been to Trill-Land with me to meet my cousins. He had been around my family, met my mama, and got a chance to see where I came from. Now he was bringin’ me into his world, and I knew that meant somethin’ to him.

Couture was a good man, and I ain’t have to lie to myself about that just ‘cause my situation with Renza was complicated. He treated me good, he respected me and he had beenintentional with me from the beginnin’. Meetin’ his mama made everything between us feel a lil’ more serious, and that was the part that had me in my head.

I knew I couldn’t keep lettin’ this man pull me deeper into his life if I wasn’t gon’ get my shit together.

“You good, baby?” Couture asked from the driver’s seat, glancin’ over at me before puttin’ his attention back on the road.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I told him, reachin’ over to rub my hand across the back of his neck. “Why you keep askin’ me that?”

“‘Cause you quiet as hell, and you usually don’t shut up this long.”

I turned my head and looked at him. “Oh, okay. See, now you gettin’ too damn comfortable.”

Couture laughed and grabbed my hand before I could pull it away from him. He kissed the back of it, then rested it against his thigh while he drove.

“I’m just fuckin’ with you baby.”

The closer we got to his mama’s house, the more I thought about everything Couture had told me about his family.

His older sister Janira had been twenty-five when her boyfriend killed her.

The first time Couture laid that shit on me, I remembered just sittin’ there lookin’ at him ‘cause there really wasn’t shit to say to somethin’ like that.

Janira had been nine months pregnant with her son Justice when it happened, and by the grace of God, that baby survived even though his mama didn’t.

Justice was eleven now and had cerebral palsy. Couture had already explained to me that his nephew couldn’t walk and couldn’t speak, but he understood way more than people sometimes assumed he did. He had his own ways of respondin’ to people, and if he liked you, you would know it.

Couture’s mama, Emoree, had been raisin’ Justice ever since.

Knowin’ all that made me understand Couture a lil’ better too. He ain’t talk about his sister all the time, and he never used what happened to her as some sad story to make people feel sorry for him. But every time he did mention Janira or Justice, I could hear how much love he had for them.

When we finally pulled up, I looked through the window at the house. It was a small one-story house, but it was beautiful and kept up real nice. There was flowers around the front and everything looked cared for without it lookin’ like somebody was scared to actually live there.