Page 26 of Kairo

“I didn’t know what your favorite was. Hell, I don’t even know if biker girls like flowers. I just went with what I know,” Kairo said from behind me, starling me.

“You did this? Why?”

He shrugged, walking closer to me. “Shit. I felt bad about earlier. I wasn’t on that type of time. I was trying to figure out how to answer you without sounding stupid or wrong. I wanted to make sure I used the right words.”

I lifted my hand, stopping him. “Kairo, let me apologize for my behavior from earlier. I shouldn’t have crashed out how I did. You didn’t deserve that. I wasn’t thinking and I apologize. I should’ve let you talk instead of not giving you the opportunity to speak your piece.”

It felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I felt bad for the way I talked to him. Kairo was just doing his job. We shouldn’t have crossed those lines. No matter how fine he was, I should’ve had better restraint.

“Junie—”

I looked into Kairo’s eyes, and before I could get lost, he pulled me to him, smashing my lips into his. He placed my face into both of his hands. He didn’t let up. Kairo continued to kissme until he pulled away, and I was able to catch my breath. I wiped at the corner of my mouth.

“Now what I wanted to say was, last night wasn’t just a one-night stand for me. I know we’re adding fuel to a flame right now, but I don’t care about none of that. I can’t get enough of you, Junie.”

My heart grew like the Grinch. Kairo had me feeling giddy and submissive. The flowers, him expressing how he truly felt while looking me in my eyes told me he was telling the truth.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve at least heard you out instead of throwing a tantrum.”

He grinned and moved closer to me, wrapping me in his arms and placing a kiss on my cheek then my lips.

“Where were you heading without me?” he asked, lips brushing against my forehead.

“I was going riding to clear my mind. Dad sent me some stuff to review but I didn’t feel like worrying about that right now.”

“Let me ride you on my bike.”

My eyes lit up. “I get to see what you’re pushing? Hell yeah, let’s go!”

He laughed. “Come on, silly girl. My bike is parked at my crib. We can drive over there.”

I smiled brightly. “Come on, let me see what you’re working with.”

We arrived at Kairo’s house after forty-five minutes of driving. He was ducked off on a side street in a two-story white brick house. The door and the shutters were black. It was beautiful. He had no neighbors and was surrounded by nature. I sat downstairs while I waited for him to return from upstairs.

Kairo’s house was clean but empty. Everything was in its respected place. He had only one picture up and it was of him and two older people I assumed were his parents. He was the spitting image of his father, but he had his mother’s smile. From the picture I could tell they were a happy family. I never would’ve expected him to join a biker gang. It was beautiful seeing a smiling Kairo. He looked like he lived an easy childhood. Now that he was an adult, he dealt with the ups and downs of adulthood.

I walked around the house in hopes to find more pictures but had no luck. I made my way to the kitchen. He had the latest stainless-steel appliances, but they didn’t look used. I ran my hand down the double oven stove. It was beautiful. Images of my mother begging my father for a double oven to make baking easier flashed through my mind. Eventually my father bought her the double oven. The look on her face was one of someone who won the lottery. It was beautiful seeing her jump up and down like a kid. She kissed all over my father that day. For a month straight she baked nonstop. A month later, she was murdered. I felt my tears building. I was robbed of my mother, and it still burned.

“Please don’t burn my house down,” Kairo said, making his presence known.

“Ha-ha, funny. I can actually cook.”

“Psst, yeah right.”

I playfully slapped his shoulder. “I can! My mama taught me.”

“Yeah, I’ll believe that when I taste it,” he said.

I stared at him. He was so handsome, even when talking shit. I wanted to tell him to fuck the bike ride and let me ride him. It was getting hard to control myself around Kairo. Without him even trying, he made it harder. Kairo was already attractive, but after last night, he was even more attractive.

“You ready to ride, pretty?” he asked. I nodded like a silly kid being asked to the candy store. “Come on, beautiful.”

Kairo guided me out of the house to his garage. It was nice out today. It wasn’t too cold but there was just enough wind for a bike ride. He walked inside of the garage, and seconds later, I heard the loud roar of the motorcycle engine. The garage opened and Kairo came out on his all-black Kawasaki Ninja. I wasn’t surprised by his choice of bike. I didn’t see him riding anything other than a ninja. He pulled up beside me.

“Ready?”

“Absolutely.”

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