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Russ slid his fingers from within me, and when I opened my eyes, I found him smiling at me. “Now that we’ve reached flying altitude, do you feel better?”

“I feel so much better,” I answered honestly, tugging my dress back down. I noticed the bulge in his pants and smirked. “I’ll have to repay you for taking such good care of me.”

He grabbed his thick bulge. “I look forward to it.”

A shiver ran through me.

Glancing at the pilot and then back at Russ, I made a face. “I didn’t expect the ride to feel like that, so I hope I wasn’t too loud.”

He reached over and kissed me again. “I think you held it together very well.”

“I’ve had people up here screaming and crying,” the pilot chimed in. “You sounded excited and nervous, maybe a little alarmed. A few outbursts calling for your boyfriend is nothing.”

My eyes bulged as I stared at Russ. He looked like he was trying as hard as I was not to laugh.

“Okay, thank you,” I finally replied.

Feeling warm and tingly, I relaxed into my seat and smiled at Russ. “And thank you,” I whispered.

He licked his fingers and smirked. “No, thankyou.”

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“It just bothers me that he’s asking for prayers and privacy,” I concluded as we finished our meals. “I’m sorry, no. I need details. I need facts. You can get my prayers, or you can keep your privacy. But I won’t be reaching out to God about the release of your homeboy, who might actually be guilty.”

“Yo!” Russ put his fist in front of his mouth to disguise his laughing fit. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing! But imagine God deciding between my prayer to be a millionaire and my prayer to release the guilty homeboy. And then when I circle back and ask God for a status update on the financial blessings, he tells me he already answered my prayer when the homeboy got released.” I shook my head. “Nope. Not blocking my blessings for that.”

Russ’s laugh was one of my favorite sounds. It was deep, hearty, and musical. It had a soulfulness to it that always managed to make me feel good and full. We always had fun, so I heard it often when we were together. And somehow it never lost its potency. It always filled me.

“So, I hope that helps with the situation,” I concluded.

“That didn’t help at all, but I’ll tell my brother to delete his social media post.” He shook his head and took a big gulp of water. “You really are funny as hell, you know that?”

“I was being deadass serious, but thank you.”

“That’s what’s so funny about it. These are just your honest thoughts. It’s dope. It’s… refreshing. I watch you when we’re together and you are always you, and it never fails to make the people around you smile. I meet people all the time and their default is to pretend to be something they aren’t and to lie about who they are. But with you, it’s real and raw. That shit is sexy.”

“My main takeaway from what you just said is that you think I’m the sexiest and realest person you’ve ever met.”

Grinning, he nodded. “Oh, you already know that.”

“Luckily for you, I feel the same way about you,” I admitted. “You are honest… fearless… authentic. You have a strong sense of self. And you live in the moment. All of that is incredibly sexy. I mean, it doesn’t hurt that you’re fine as hell. But people don’t know themselves, and I love spending time with a well-adjusted man who knows who he is.”

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“I say nice stuff all the time!”

He lowered his voice and leaned forward. “I’m talking about when my dick isn’t inside that tight pussy of yours.”

“Valid.”

We both laughed.

“Do you remember how I approached you the night we met?” he asked.

We’d met at a Richland Fashion Weekend party, and those events brought out all the fashionable people in the city. But there were a lot of men who showed up with no interest in fashion. They were just trolling for women. I’d just gotten hit on by one of those, when five minutes later, Russ showed up.

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