Page 67 of The Smoke Hour

“Shit. They’re gonna see you more than I do.”

“Boy, quit whining and eat this pie,” I stated, climbing on the bed with him.

“I got your boy,” he replied and grabbed his dick.

I loved the piercings in his dick. They brought me so much fun when we had sex and great challenges when I took him in my mouth.

“We’ll be fine. We spend a lot of time together. They did tell me Noel’s moving his girlfriend in, though.”

“How you feel about that?” he asked after he chewed some of his pie and ice cream.

“I don’t know. I mean, he didn’t check with me, but I get it that I’m hardly ever there.”

“I’ve been thinking for a couple of weeks now, and I think I’ve got the remedy for that.”

“What’s that?”

“You should move in with me.”

“Won’t you get tired of me being in your space?”

He leaned closer and kissed me with his cool lips.

“Never, girl.” Smoke’s eyes were heavy with desire.

“I don’t know.”

“You might as well. Your little ass lives here all the time anyway. Makes it easier to be together, and we don’t have to worry about shit. You’ve got an entire closet to yourself already, the keys and code to my house, and you drive my whips whenever you want. What’s the problem again?”

“You don’t think it’s too fast? You think people will say that?”

“What I tell you about time? Don’t nobody put restrictions and expectations on us but us. Stop worrying about what the fuck people think. Fuck ’em.”

An unexpected river of happiness flowed through me, and a smile spread across my lips.

“Are you sure?”

“Hell yeah. I’ve been wanting to ask you, but I didn’t want to run you away because you thought I was moving too fast. This works out perfectly.”

“I’m glad, because I’ve been feeling the same way. Baby, I never want to leave you when I go home, and I barely want to leave to go to work. I was too scared to say something.”

“Why?” Smoke asked.

“Didn’t want to push into your space.”

“You’re all in my space, and I ain’t tryna let you out of it.”

I laughed and replied, “Okay, well, let me talk to Noel first.”

“Don’t seem like he felt the same, but yeah. I got you, baby.”

Smoke set his plate aside.

“Damn, boy. You demolished that pie.” I giggled.

“That’s ’cause your ass can throw down.”

“I did that, didn’t I?”

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