Page 54 of Rose
When her orgasm hit, it came hard and fast. She moaned, breath shaky, legs trembling as she milked every second of it.
“Fuck...” Kiyan groaned, cumming into the condom as his hands gripped her thighs.
She barely gave him time to catch his breath before sliding off and climbing out of bed.
He lay there, chest rising and falling, clearly still high off the moment.
But Ahzii didn’t speak. Didn’t look back. She grabbed her clothes in silence, slipping into the bathroom before he could flip the lights on and see the scars carved across her skin—memories she refused to share with him.
She cleaned up, pulled her hoodie over her head, and came back out to find Kiyan scrolling his phone in bed like nothing happened.
It was creeping up on two a.m.
Normally, she would've been out the door by now. But tonight… she didn’t have it in her. The thought of going home to silence felt heavier than usual.
“Heading out?” he asked without looking up, already expecting her to dip.
“No,” she said softly, tugging at the sleeves of her hoodie. “Don’t feel like driving home… if that’s okay with you?”
Kiyan perked up instantly, his whole face lighting like she just promised forever.
“You know how long I been wanting you to stay in this bed with me?”
Ahzii rolled her eyes but let out a small laugh.
She rolled her eyes, smirking despite herself. “Not to crush your dreams or anything—but I’mstillnot sleeping with you.”
He mugged. “So you can ride thefuckoutta me, but not lay beside me?”
“Exactly,” she said without hesitation. “You already in too deep. Don’t fuck around and catch more feelings—Iwillcut you off.”
Her tone was cool, matter-of-fact.
Kiyan chuckled in disbelief. “Who the fuck raised you?”
Ahzii smiled. But it didn’t reach her eyes.
“I was raised by a great, strong Black woman,” she said. “Parents died. And the right woman took us in.”
Kiyan paused. “Wait... You’re adopted?”
She nodded like it was nothing. “Yup.I’m sleeping in the guest room.”
She turned and walked out without another word.
Kiyan didn’t follow.
Which told her exactly what she needed to know.
He was speechless.
And that was fine. She wasn’t here for conversation, connection, or comfort.
Especially not the kind that asked her to unpack shit she buried a long time ago.
Ahzii moved into the guest bathroom, stripping out of her clothes and stepping into the shower. The hot water beat against her skin, washing away the sweat, the sex, and the strain of the past few days. When she stepped out, she quickly realized she didn’t bring anything to wear.
But a small smile tugged at her lips when she saw the oversized t-shirt and boxers folded neatly on the counter.
