Page 9 of Surrender to Love

“That’s what I’m about to do,” I tell her, then kiss the top of her head.

Sis returns with Kyrah’s two bags and I relieve her of both. Then she pats Kyrah’s back and looks up at me. “Take care of her and I’m not just talking about tonight,” she says.

“It’s already done. Trust, I got her,” I assure her before leading my drunk baby down the stairs. Giselle meets us at the bottom with a bag. “There’s some leftover sushi in here,” she says as she hands me the bag.

“Thanks and I’ll get her car tomorrow.”

“It’s fine here. Whenever you get it is okay. Just take care of our girl. She had a long week.”

“I see it’s been long but I got her.”

Giselle opens her glass door and I lead Kyrah out to my truck. She’s really gone because she’s practically sleepwalking. When I reach my truck, I just scoop her up and place her on the passenger side. The minute I’m inside, I buckle her seatbelt then mine. She’s definitely knocked out and stays asleep as I drive to her house. Luckily, Kyrah lives out here in Chandler Heights too. That’s how I was able to get past the security gate so easily. Her house is only about five or six miles from Giselle’s but the twenty-five miles per hour speed limit makes it seem further.

When my truck stops, she finally moves. Her head turns toward me and she slowly opens her eyes. A smile creeps across her face then she closes her eyes again. She’s fucked off fo’ sure.

“Baby, we’re at your crib,” I say and she nods.

“My purse,” she utters.

“I got it. I’ll get all your stuff. You know your codes?” I ask about her door and alarm to get inside.

“My divorce,” she says.

My hand grazes the side of her face then I tilt her head up by her chin. “What, baby? I’m talking about your codes to get into the house. You remember them?” I ask clearer.

“My divorce,” she says, almost crying. “Zero, nine, two, three.”

“Zero, nine, two, three for the door?”

“Both,” she says while slowly bobbing her head.

“A’ight. Let me get in then I’ll be right back for you,” I say before leaning over and kissing her forehead.

Leaving my ride running, I grab her bags from my backseat then walk onto the paved walkway toward her front door. The code she gave me opens the front door and disarms the alarm. After placing the food bag in the fridge, I jog her bags upstairs into her bedroom then head back out.

I kill the engine to my car then scoop her out. She doesn’t move until I place her arms over my shoulders. Without opening her eyes, she wraps her legs around my waist. Holding her ass, I close the door and carry her inside. After closing the front door with my foot, I take her upstairs and try to lay her on the bed.

“Lay with me,” she whines, sounding too cute.

“I will, after I set your alarm. Let me put you down, baby, and I’ll be right back,” I say and she nods. “Well, let me take your shoes off.”

“I got ’em,” she sighs, then kicks her slides off. “Let’s go to bed.” I swear I can’t tell her pretty ass no, especially not now. All of her inhibitions and walls she tries to keep up are down and she’s not Kyrah the dean or Kyrah who only wants a friend right now. She’s just my lady who wants to go to bed with me. “Please,” she adds.

“We can most definitely do that.”

I run back downstairs and set her alarm. When I’m back upstairs, I kick out of my Ones, inch us back in the bed, then lay back on the stack of pillows. She keeps one leg draped around me and lets the other fall to my side before snuggling into me. When she’s comfortable, I brush her braids from the side of her face then kiss her cheek.

“Goodnight, baby,” I say.

“That’s why I love you,” she utters and my entire fucking body freezes at her admission.

She loves me.

To make sure I’m not tripping, I ask, “And why do you love me?”

“You always call me your baby.”

“’Cause you are my baby. You’ve been that. Since the first time you let me bless this body right here in this bed you were my baby. You just been fighting it.”