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“What do you think he’s keeping from you?”
I shrug. “I don’t know, but he’s acting like it’s no big deal while telling me ‘not yet’. Surely if it’s no big deal he would talk about it.”
They look at each other and offer little to no help. But they’ve suspected he liked me for years and never said…
“Meh, he’ll tell you eventually. Withhold sex until he does. Quickest way to get what you want. Trust me,” Imani says.
I top up my wine and sit back, thinking about how terribly that would go. I’d hold out until he kissed my neck or ordered me to take my clothes off. Besides, I’m done playing games. If we keep up with the bullshit, what chance do we really have?
“Poor Marvin,” Freya says.
“He’s not poor. He just needs to do what he’s told,” she replies, laughing.
To be fair, Marvin pretty much does whatever Imani wants, anyway. He’s so infatuated with her. Rightly so—she’s awesome.
“What do your aunt and uncle think about him?”
“They got on really well… due to the fact that I haven’t told them all of the crap that’s gone down between Casper and me.”
“Good call,” Imani says. “Marvin’s mum doesn’t think I’m good enough for him and it creates tension when we see his family. You should keep the horrible shit Casper’s done secret, but definitely tell them about the break-ins. I get that you want to protect your aunt but she should know. Your uncle, too.”
“Yeah, I will. Soon.”
“What’s Casper like as a boyfriend?” Freya asks.
Her question starts off a whole new line of Casper related conversation. It’s not until 11:30 p.m. that they call it a night.
“All right, you have a hot man about to sneak into your room,” Imani says, taking my drink away so she can usher me upstairs.
I’m pushed towards the bathroom. “This is ridiculous. I’m awake and can just wait for him downstairs.”
“No, having a hot guy sneaking into your room is thedream, babe,” Imani says.
Freya opens the bathroom door and nudges me inside. “She’s right. Go get ready. I’ll put my TV on so you two can go for it.”
“Have fun!” Imani calls and then they’re both in their bedrooms.
They’re total enablers, and I love it.
Even as I’m thinking about how ridiculous this is, I’m locking the bathroom door and stripping, eager and excited to see him again.
I scrub my body, avoiding my hair because it’s not dirty and I’m not prepared to blow dry it tonight. It takes me about five minutes to get in and out, so by the time I’m in my room, I still have another twenty minutes to wait.
I’m sitting on my bed in only my robe when I hear footsteps on the stairs. For a moment, I debate hiding and making him find me. His face would be a picture, but if he started calling out for me, Freya and Imani might hear.
Casper opens my door, and his eyes fall straight to the robe I’m wearing, slightly open, giving him a peek of my cleavage and bare legs.
From the drooling, I think he approves of my attire.
Closing my door with his foot, he raises his brows and hooks his finger, beckoning me to him. His thick erection strains against his grey joggers.
Hot. As. Hell.
“I’m sorry, but as a lady, I don’t—”
“Take the robe off and come here.”
Well. Fuck me.