Page 72 of Are You Going to Love Me

“Ohhh, Cancer. Are you going to put me through it?”

“Not any more than you’re going to put me through it,” he responded, unlocking the iPad and roaming to the text messages, finding the new group chat. He swiped through them, not offering her much until he was finished. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way. But if I look like that nigga, you look like that bitch.”

Eden smirked. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Placing the iPad down, he lifted her chin and pecked her lips. “You should.”

His eyes bounced over her face, hair still wrapped up, and he kissed her again and again until their mouths fused, tongues wrestled, and hands slid down torsos and up thighs. From her lips, he found her neck, the pads of his fingers dancing toward the heat of her apex. Then, a simultaneous knock on the door and ringing from the iPad provided them a sobering shock.

Eden pulled back, crossed her legs back and covered her protruding nipples. “That’s breakfast.”

“And that’s Staysha calling you. Damn.”

Maximus trekked to the door, and Eden answered the incoming call. Staysha’s voice rang out. “Where is MB?”

Eden’s eyes shot to the door, taking in Maximus’s tattooed back as he gathered the food. “Uh, here.”

“Whatever you two are doing, make it quick. He has to be at the radio station in an hour and a half.”

“Ah damn, that was today?” Maximus huffed.

“If you answered your phone, you’d know they moved it up. So, hurry up. Love you, bye,” Staysha finalized, hanging up.

“She always been bossy like that?”

Eden swayed her head and slid off the counter. “No, up until recently she was a pain in my ass. I’d rather her bossy over getting our asses into trouble I had to get us out of.”

“Oh yeah?” Maximus asked amusedly.

“Maybe if this goes somewhere, I’ll tell you one day.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” Maximus weighed his attention between her and the trays of food. “Want to kick it with me today? Radio, studio, and an actual date?”

Eden feigned shock. “Me? You want to take me on a date?”

“You funny. Yeah, that’s how you do this shit right? I date you, show you off, bag and tag it so when other niggas step to you, they know you mine type shit?”

“Mine? What language is that?” Eden joked. “Hypothetically, what if I said yes, where are you taking me, and what am I wearing?”

“Hypothetically?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Probably a private dinner situation because you seem like the lowkey type. Seafood, because according to your social media, you like that.”

“Stalker,” she snorted.

“You knew that. Don't act new now. After dinner, whatever the vibe is.”

Eden nodded. “And then you take me home, and I don’t hear from you for a couple of days?”

Maximus swayed his head. “Nah, I’ll wake up to you.”

Eden nipped her cheek. “Oh.”

“Yeah, all you gotta do is say yes.”

“So, if I'm with you all day, when am I supposed to change and get cute?”

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