Page 132 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2

He walked over until he was standing in front of me.

“Are you questioning my craftsmanship?”

“I’m questioning your ability to follow directions.”

“You’re funny,” he grinned.

Before I could answer, the speaker on the dresser changed songs. “Breathe Again” by Toni Braxton floated softly through the room. Malik looked at me then held his hand out.

“Dance with me.”

“Boy…” I laughed. “The crib ain’t even finished.”

“It can wait. Come here.” He wiggled his fingers.

Smiling, I slipped my hand into his, and he pulled me toward him. One hand settled carefully at the small of my back while the other was intertwined with mine.

Please understand if love ends

Then I promise you, I promise you

That, that I shall never breathe again

Breathe again

That I shall never breathe again

That I shall never breathe again

Breathe again

We swayed back and forth in the middle of the nursery. We didn’t share words. We just let music play. It was just us. He rested his forehead against mine.

“I don’t care how old we get, I’m always gonna dance with you.”

A tear slipped down my cheek, and he caught it with his thumb.

“Aye, no crying.”

“I ain’t crying,” I lied.

“You’re lying.”

“I just love you,” I said softly.

His smile relaxed.

“I know. I love you more.”

“Ma?”

My eyes flew open, and MJ was kneeling beside my chair.

“You alright?”

I blinked away the memory and looked toward the operating room doors.

“Yeah,” my voice barely came out above a whisper, “I’m alright.”