“Walking around downtown?” they all echoed like the damn Mystery Gang after unmasking the villain.
“Yes,” I said slowly. “We walked off the lunch we ate?—”
“Did y’allhold hands?” Ayesha gushed.
“Bitch, fuck that—did he put his hands between your legs?” Mars cut straight to the point, reckless as ever.
Her words threw me right back.
To the moment his hand crept up my thigh while we kissed. How I didn’t stop him. How his fingers slipped under my panties, bold and slow, just enough to swipe the tip against my clit. The shiver that rolled through me now was just as sharp as it was then—and unfortunately, not as silent.
“Did you justmoan?” Stacia squealed.
“MY SHAYLA!” Mars beamed. “Zoe had herfirst finger!”
“You so stupid,” Ayesha cracked up.
“No, I didn’t. He just... touched it,” I admitted—too fast to reel it back.
“You let himtouchit?” Stacia asked, voice full of scandal.
I swallowed, licked my lips, and cursed the heat crawling up my neck.
“You let him touch it?!” Stacia gasped like I’d just confessed to tax fraud.
“Iknewit!” Mars hollered. “This the same Zoe that clutched her pearls when I let Shareef rub my booty through my jeans in college—look at you now!”
“Zoe Davis,” Ayesha said like a disappointed auntie, “did he circle the clit or just?—?”
“OH MY GOD!” I screamed, laughing and half-horrified. “Y’all aredisgusting!”
“But are we lying though?” Mars sing-songed.
“Y’all sound like a bunch of horny high schoolers!” I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Girl, please,” Stacia shot back. “You was the one moaning over memories?—”
Ding-dong.
I sat up straighter. “Oh—my pizza's here!”
“Wait, youreallyordered a pizza?” Ayesha asked.
“Hell yeah she did,” Mars added. “You know Zoe don’t play about a craving.”
I padded toward the door, still giggling, phone balanced between my shoulder and ear. “Lemme get this real quick?—”
I opened the door.
And froze.
It wasn’t delivery.
It was him.
Kentrell.
Tall. Silent. Gaze sharp enough to slice through my front steps. Holding the pizza box like it weighed nothing but carried everything.