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When he stepped into the room, thankfully, his lower half was wrapped in a towel. His chest was still semi-wet, and he looked delicious as ever. He paused for a moment, then continued to go about his business of getting dressed like I wasn’t there. I saw quickly that he wasn’t a shouter or argumentative when he was upset, but the coldness that came from him was more frigid than Michigan weather in the dead of winter.
“I just need time, Prince,” I finally mustered up the energy to say.
“Time for what?”
“I want to tell you everything. I will tell you everything but give me time.”
“I really don’t have time to waste. I don’t know what else I can show you—"
“You told me that trust is something that takes time.” I walked up to him and gripped his hands. He tried to remain firm, but I felt him soften a little. “I just need time to get my words together. Tomorrow. Once we are away from all of this. Whatever you have planned can we please still go? I promise. Give me a day to get my words straight.” My emotion rose, and before a tear slipped down my cheek, I felt his thumb swipe it away. His touch was electric, and it took everything I had not to throw my head into his chest.
“I’m not trying to manipulate you with tears, Prince, I promise. I have just never felt like this before. Who I was and who I am trying to be is wrestling, and I am just trying not to do what I always do. I run Prince, and I don’t want to do that. I’m not doing that. Please give me one more day. Please just treatme like you always do. Just for the night, can we forget that it happened?” He didn’t answer, so I got on my knees before him. It caused the exact stir that I hoped it would as his towel tinted.
I reached for it, and he grabbed my hands.
“As much as I would appreciate those pretty lips on my dick, We need to have that conversation first. It won’t be right to me until you do.” The strain in his voice made my pussy clench and leak. I wanted to feel his comfort. His kisses. Hell he could even tease me until I had knots in the bottom of my tummy. I needed his touch, but I had to understand where he was coming from. I nodded, slightly embarrassed, and rose to my feet.
“Where will I sleep tonight?” I asked.
“Anywhere that you are comfortable.”
“I am comfortable next to you.” I got closer to him, and this time, he didn’t shy away. Instead, he pressed a kiss to my lips. He pulled me into him and I melted into his arms.
“I’m not running from this, Le. I will fix this for you. No matter what you do or don’t decide to say to me. You don’t have to live like this anymore.”
At this point, I wasn’t worried about how I had to live. My biggest concern was the person I was beginning to feel like I couldn’t live without. If this was the last time I was like this in his arms, I wanted to enjoy it. I wanted to photograph the feeling in my heart and mind because for a woman like me, who knew when it would come around again?
“You need to relax. Have a seat.” Amicably, I sat on the edge of the bed. He wasn’t going to get an argument out of me tonight. He walked into the master bathroom, and I sank into the comfort of the bed. It all hit me. My body and mind were so tired that I was sitting up but already on my way to sleep. I heardthe water turn on. The thought of standing in the shower made me even more tired.
“I ran you a warm bath, Le. Do you need help getting there?” His strong body eclipsed the door frame. Apparently, he had already decided what he was going to do anyway because he didn’t waste a moment coming to the bedside and leaning down. His briefs were the only article of clothing he wore, and the heavy mass that sat inside of them clung to his thigh, still looking big enough to satisfy, completely flaccid.
He must have known all my energy was zapped. Even my initial reaction to tense up whenever someone grabbed me was gone. His arms braced under my thighs and arms as he lifted.
He carried me over the threshold, and even in my exhaustion, I marveled at how much I loved this bathroom. The fact that he made it with his bare hands specifically gave me another wave of emotion. He was so talented and had a bright future. He undressed me. He slowly eased me down into the perfectly warm water, and I groaned.
“Damn that feels so good,” I admitted leaning my head back. My eyes fluttered.
“Don’t you take your ass to sleep in this water, Le.” His voice was slightly sharp, but when I looked into his face, I saw the concern.
“I’m fine. I won’t. Thank you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I wish I would let you drown in this water. Let me take care of you.”
“Prince, I wish I could-”
“Let it be tomorrow.”
He lathered up a towel and began to wash my body gently. His hands moved with precision, and it was more like a massagethan a bath, but I was here to accept it all. He worked down from my arms to my collarbone to my breasts. Keeping his eyes on mine.
“You are more than your body, Le Monroe. You are beautiful in so many ways.” The way he could turn that on and off said so much about his character and his patience. By the time he made it down to my legs the little bit of energy I had was blinking like a gas light. I rested my head on the back wall of the tub for a final time knowing I was going to give in to the sleep that was calling me. I drifted away feeling perfectly comfortable that he wouldn’t let a thing happen to me.
Prince
“Bruh what the fuck did you just say?” I looked over my shoulder at a sleeping Le. I was glad that sleep came for her. I was up all night just fucking thinking. The shootout didn’t fuck with my psyche at all. It was Le and the things she was holding back. It was bigger than just Hamp. She was so peaceful as her chest rose and fell but I could see when she looked at me last night she was spooked out of her mind. Even with the distraction that I usually brought she couldn’t fake it any longer. She wasn’t okay. I knew she would flip out as soon as I told her this shit.
I paced the floor back and forth. I know damn well Chaz didn’t mean what the fuck he said. No way. As much energy as my shoes picked up, I was going to burn a hole straight through my newly laid carpet. I rechecked my watch. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours and this nigga couldn’t even keep shit under wraps that long.
“What the fuck was I supposed to do? Beat her ass and make her stay?”
