Page 50 of Breeze and Melodie

“No. I wanted to talk to them face-to-face, but the more I think about it, the more I think she needs to be the one to tell them. Did I mention she never told them she changed her major from business to cosmetology?”

“No. Why was that a secret?”

“Harm is afraid of disappointing them. My parents wouldn’t have tripped about it, though. She only told me because she needed my help with some of her work.”

“Yeah. This is definitely something she needs to tell your parents herself, and you can be there for moral support.”

“That sounds more like it.”

“Now that that’s solved, . . . you hungry? It’s still early, and I have a taste for pancakes.”

“Damn, baby. The other day, you complained about being exhausted, and now you’re having cravings. Maybe we’re both pregnant.”

“I see you got jokes, huh. We’ll see who’s laughing when you can’t tie your shoes, which will be sooner than you think since you’re carrying two babies.”

I gasped. “That’s not funny. If you don’t help me when I’m too big to help myself, I’m gon’ tell my daddy.”

“Ain’t nobody scared of Hudson. I’ll beat his old ass.”

“My daddy ain’t that old, and you can’t put your hands on him.”

“I can and I will if he comes at me crazy.”

“I thought you liked my daddy.”

“I do. He’s cool as hell, but I will still beat his ass if it comes down to it.”

“You’re crazy.”

He shrugged. “I won’t deny that. You wanna go to OC Eatery?”

I immediately forgot about him threatening my father and got excited. “When do Inotwanna go there? Let me look at the menu and find something new to try.”

We rode in silence for the rest of the ten-minute ride to the restaurant. I continued looking at the menu on my phone while waiting for him to get out and come around to the passenger side.

“Put this in your panties.”

Confused by his request, I looked up from my phone and saw a small pink device in his hand.

“What’s that?”

“A little something I ordered from one of those ads on Flikstagram.”

I frowned. “Flikstagram? And you want me to put it in my panties?”

He lifted his other hand, which held a small remote. “It’s safe, baby. I would never put you at risk.”

“You’d better not. Nasty ass.”

I was hesitant but took the device from his hand and examined it. After deeming it safe, I unfastened my jeans and slid the device into my panties, ensuring it was positioned properly.

“Make sure the grooves are pressed against your clit.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“You’ve done this before?” he questioned with a tinge of jealousy in his voice.

“No, but it’s not rocket science.”

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