Page 30 of Forbidden Love

Once I stepped into the steam, I took in his wide all glass shower door and matte black tiled flooring. It was clean and nice as hell. Larae smiled nervously under the water. His light brown skin glistened, he looked over at me like he couldn’t believe that I was inside of the shower with him. Larae’s green eyes looked meup and down. I could see the lust written in his eyes which told me that he liked what he saw.

I wanted to meet him there, wanted to match the lust that he had for me. But the truth sat heavy in my gut. I took steps toward him with a soft smile on my face as the water rushed between us. I forced myself to keep my eyes up at him. I eyed his collarbone down to the beads of water that slid down his neck. I turned to reach for the soap and towel.

“Turn around,” I told him gently.

“Huh?”

“Let me wash your back. Relax Larae, we both grown,” I reassured him.

He smiled then visibly relaxed as he turned. I lathered the towel then ran it over his back. When I finished his back, I stepped closer and made him turn around. I pressed my titties against his body, his eyes looked down into mine, wide and vulnerable.

“You nervous?” I asked.

His eyes flickered with shame as he dropped his shoulders.

“I am…I’m sorry, Yeremy. I don’t want to mess this up. I would like to take things as slow as possible. See if we are compatible first.”

I reached up and rubbed small circles on his shoulders.

“You’re not messing anything up, Larae. We don’t have to do anything sexual tonight. I like this, just being close and taking our time,” I told him.

I could see him relax at my words. He nodded his head and smiled as he picked up a clean washcloth and took the soap from out of my hands.

“Okay, that makes me feel good.” He sighed roughly.

“My daughter’s mother really broke my heart. I like you a lot but don’t want to hurt you. A small part of me still hopes thatone day she would at least try to be a family for our daughter,” he stated shamefully.

If I was really into him, I would have cursed him out for trying to use me as the same replacement as I was trying to use him for with Sol. Instead, I remained silent and let him wash me from head to toe. He fondled parts of my body and that didn’t even arouse me. He wasn’t what I craved sexually, and dating wise, he was soft as hell.

Besides his tiny little dick, I could imagine how his baby momma probably ran circles around him. Larae didn’t even realize that he just admitted in so many ways to me that he was still in love with his baby momma, which was fine with me. If he wanted friendship, then I could give him that and let it be what it was.

I wasn’t here to help him get over shit. He was a grown as man responsible for his own feelings like his small package below.

Chapter 17

Yeremy

Ididn’t remember falling asleep in Larae’s bed. One minute I was drying off and making light jokes. The next, I slipped on one of his soft white tees then melted soon as I got under his silk sheets and comforter. His memory foam mattress mixed with the wine and Larae pouring his heart out to me about his baby momma and how hurt she had him in the past put me right to sleep.

A soft shake on my shoulder woke me slightly up. My eyes cracked open, disoriented as my heart thudded hard in my chest.

“Yeremy,” Larae said, quietly crouched beside the bed with a confused look painted on his face.

“I’m so sorry to wake you—but…uhhh—your uncle’s at the door.” He stuttered over his words like he was in fear for his life.

“What uncle?” I sat up, suddenly alert.

Larae’s face went through a series of emotions then ended with more confusion.

“The one who kept calling and texting you earlier. You said he was your uncle and… umm... he’s here now demanding—well, umm, saying that he needs to talk to you. He looks very intense,” Larae stumbled over his words.

I shook my head no and shut my eyes. I had to be dreaming right now.No this could not be happening right now!I pushed the covers back and got up a little too fast.

“Did he say his name…I mean, how the hell you know that it’s my uncle Larae?” I shouted, not really meaning to.

I had to remember that it wasn’t his fault for a total stranger coming to his door in the middle of the damn night.

“He didn’t tell me his name. He looks young…too young to be your uncle. He’s, umm ,darkskin and tatted with gold jewelry on…looks like he’s in his early twenties.” Larae emphasized, squinting his marble green eyes at me.

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