Page 22 of Love's Instant Replay
The light-hearted tone of Kyelle’s words has my cheeks stretching with the reaction to the banter between us. Things with me and Kyelle have been so easy that I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed shooting the breeze with a woman. Even with Mica’s mother, we rarely joked or spent time enjoying a random phone conversation. I should have known Meshay was only after my future when she only worried about the money I would make and the things I could buy her. My face contorts, and my chest tightens at the thought of Meshay walking out on Mica and me. Although I’m over her, it’s hard not to get pissed about her betrayal or selfishness.
“Kaeden. What are you thinking about that has you quiet?” Kyelle’s humor-filled voice forces me to shake off thoughts of Meshay and return to my conversation with Kyelle.
Like apples and oranges, the two women are drastically different, and thinking about Meshay while talking to Kyelle is the last thing I should be doing.
“I was waiting for you to find your dirty and give me a reason to sleep well tonight.”
More laughter pierces my vehicle's interior, restoring my body's warmth and melting the slush beginning to freeze at the thought of my ex. Our conversation returns to lighthearted banter eating up the miles it takes us to reach our destinations.
“I’m home, and while I don’t want to end our communication, the need to shower and get in bed is forcing me to let you go,” Kyelle says, like it’s the last thing she wants to do.
“It’s alright. There will be many days like this in our future. Handle your business, and I’ll touch base with you tomorrow.”
“Sounds good. Good night, Kaeden.” The sultriness in Kyelle’s words that contradict her tone from a second ago has me squeezing my dick through my pants.
Silence pierces the air as I mentally coach my dick to cooperate now that I’m walking through my house toward Mica’s room.
“Kaeden.”
“I’m here. Rest easy, Ms. Ky. I’ll be dreaming of you tonight.” I disconnected the call since I’ve reached Mica’s semi-open door.
Lightly pushing the door open, I cover my mouth to contain the laugh fighting to slip out at seeing Mica’s left leg hanging from the side of the bed. Her silk bonnet covers her eyes, and her blanket is on the floor. Walking into the room, I gently put her body on the bed and cover her with the blanket. My baby is the wildest sleeper I know, so she won’t stay this way all night, but at least she’ll be comfortable for a few minutes.
“I love you, Cupcake,” I whisper, kissing her forehead lightly before exiting her room.
Two Weeks Later. . .
Kaeden:
Do you have any food allergies?
Me:
That’s a strange question.
Kaeden:
Just trust me. I’m in planning mode, my baby.
Me:
Alright. None that I know of.
Kaeden:
Say less.
There’s something about being interested in a man who plays professional sports that I didn’t anticipate: syncing calendars and finding time. While Kaeden and I have been able to trade texts daily and even converse at the end of most days, I haven’t seen much of him. I’m not much of a sports fan, but I have found myself craving the presence of his handsome face, which has led me to search for highlights and games from last season just for glimpses of Kaeden. Kaeden must be feeling the pinch of not seeing me as well because he’s carved out tonight for us to go on our first official date. It’s crazy to think we’ve been to two events and have yet to experience an intimate outing. Nevertheless, I’m looking forward to seeing and spending time with Kaeden tonight.
Unlike when I met Kaeden at the barbecue, he refused to allow me to meet him at the location for tonight’s date. Therefore, I had no choice but to give Kaeden my address so he could pick me up from my house. Kaeden didn’t provide me with any details other than to tell me to dress comfortably but sexily. When that sent me on a spiral for selections in my closet, Kaeden told me to wear jeans and a nice blouse because he didn’t want to wreck while staring at my exposed skin on the drive. With that directive in mind, I found the perfect outfit, hoping that I’m able to appease Kaeden’s request. Doing a quick spin in my mirror, I smile at how well I threw something together, just as my doorbell sounds throughout the house.
The click-clacking of my heels echoes with every step I take to my front door, colliding with the fast tempo of my heart rate. Taking a quick look at myself, I nod and unlock the door before pulling it open as a smile upturns my lips.
“Damn, Ms. Ky. I see I’m gonna have to be a bit more specific with future directives. You’re a sexy mothafucka.” Kaeden’s deep timbre hits me in my lower region which causes a tremor in my honeypot.
I’m wearing a square yellow bustier lantern sleeve top, high-waisted ripped hole denim jeans, and clear chunky-heeled ankle strap sandals showcasing my white painted toes. I also switched my everyday purse to a smaller one so I could travel light tonight. I also got to my hairstylist, Zilani McCrae, so my hair is straight and hanging on my shoulders in beautiful wand curls.
“I was only fo?—”
