Page 52 of Kove and Xiah
It was actually pretty cool so I went with that instead of electing to have a salesperson while we shopped. Especiallyafter I noticed that the two women available kept grinning and whispering about Kove. He wasn’t mine, but he damn sure wasn’t about to be theirs either.
While we moved around the store, picking and trying items, I added them to virtual staging rooms while he smashed the full container of brownies. Because yes, his hood ass brought them into the store with us.
“Look at this.”
He leaned closer and scanned the device I was holding. We were currently seated on a black leather sofa with cushions so deep I couldn’t bend my legs over the side if I was seated with my body against the back cushions. Of course Kove’s long legs easily draped over the side, allowing his feet to be planted on the floor.
“I fuck with it.”
“As much as I love the simplicity of shopping with you, can you give me more than ‘I fuck with it’? What about the tables? I think the weathered wood looks good with the texture of the sofa. It’s kinda distressed, not smooth, and the imperfections blend with the tables. Oh, and these lamps with the stained bamboo hoods would be perfect. Hold on…”
I started removing items and swapping them with others we viewed earlier. When I was done and turned to Kove, he had a lazy smile in place while staring at me.
“What?”
“You like this shit.”
“Yeah, I do. It’s kinda fun. It’s like virtual staging. I’ve done it with some of the houses I have listed. Now stop grinning at me and say more than I fuck with it.”
He chuckled and leaned closer so his body was touching mine. He nodded then dropped his head back. “I fuck with itheavy.”
“Kove…” I groaned because addingheavystill did not give me his true thoughts.
“It’s not that deep. This isn’t really my shit. The house I grew up in still has the same furniture my parents purchased when they bought it. The apartment I had in Dubai came with everything in it. I don’t know a damn thing about furnishing a house, but you do. Pick what you think works. If I don’t like it, I’m gonna tell you. If I say I fuck with it, then run that shit.”
“Fine. I’m running that shit,” I said, adding everything I liked to the cart.
“Aight, what’s next?”
“You have to pick a bed.”
“Come on then.”
We were up and moving again after I scanned the store map to locate the bedroom furniture. While I checked out the most masculine sets they had, Kove stretched out on one of the mattresses, arms folded behind his head, watching me. I added a few to a staging area then joined him. Instead of laying down, I sat on the edge of the mattress, adjusting the items so he could take a look.
“Okay, here…”
I extended the device and he shook his head. “Nah, come lay down.”
“I don’t need to lay…” Before I could finish the sentence, his hands were on me and I was yanked onto the mattress. I groaned and adjusted so I was on my side and he did the same, so we were facing each other. I moved the device between us and pointed to the screen.
“Here are three sets, pick one. And if you say I fucks with it to either of them, I’m punching you… hard.”
“I hope you don’t think them little ass hands are going to cause any damage.”
“They will, so don’t try me, pick…” I pointed to the screen. He chuckled, rolling onto his back and pulling me into his side so Ihad to shift. My head ended up on his shoulder while he lifted the device into view.
Oh, fuck. He smelled good and being close like this had me entertaining the idea of us laid up at night in his bed on a regular basis and that was just…
Foolish…
“Aight, let me see what you got.”
After a few minutes of glaring at the screen, he dropped his eyes to me. “They all look the same.”
“No they don’t. This one has gold hardware and distressed wood. This one has a textured finish on the face of each drawer and black hardware and this one has invisible handles.”
“I know you don’t expect me to notice any of that shit.” His brows pinched then he placed the device beside him on the mattress. “Three.”
