Page 105 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
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A few hours later, I woke up and finally didn’t feel sick to my stomach, and my nerves were calm. Sade was next to me, asleep. Of course, she didn’t leave with everyone else. I looked her up and down. She had changed her clothes and looked fresh-faced. I didn’t want to wake her, but as soon as I started reaching for my water, her eyes slowly opened. She was not at the foot of the bed anymore. She was on the side of me and closer than I expected.
“What’s up, ma? You hungry?”
She sat up and stretched. “Yeah, a lil bit. How do you feel now?” she asked, sounding concerned.
“Way better. But I’ma be honest with you, I wasn’t expecting you to stay this long. No woman stays around a nigga when they’re weak.”
“What do they do? Leave?” She looked at me.
“Yup.”
“Well, I’m not them. I’m not going to lie, seeing you like this reminded me that I care about you.”
“Why? Because you feel sorry for me?” I raised an eyebrow.
“No, because this humanized you. You’re real, and I knew that since high school. But this is different.”
I smirked. “I thought you ain’t remember when we were teens.”
She giggled. “Okay, I lied. I remember a lot of things when it comes to you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Like that, we used to sneak to y’all school too for football games, and I used to watch you play.”
I chuckled. “You’re cap.”
She laughed. “Not cap. I always thought you were cute and wondered what it was like to be with you. I always thought Iwasn’t your type because I wasn’t fucking like the other girls. Yeah, you complimented me, but I knew I couldn’t give you what you wanted.”
I looked down at my arm, looking at the empty IV. “You ain’t never liked a nigga like that.”
She made me look at her by raising my chin with her index finger. “I did… and still do.”
I sighed and moved her finger away. “I gotta confess some shit you don’t know ‘bout me,” I told her.
“What is it?”
“I’m not who you think I am. I’ve been on drugs, hard drugs. I’ve run through a lot of women, including your friends. I’ve watched you over the years blossom into a woman. But not how you think. I know who you’ve dated. I know you got further than they should with you. I’ve known your moves before you even knew them. I been on some creep shit when it came to you, and if that makes you uncomfortable, I’m sorry.”
She laughed. “So, you’ve been stalking me?”
I chuckled. “If that’s what you wanna call it.”
She glared at me. “I’m not mad or creeped out. That just means you know me. I don’t care if you’ve been with my friends either. They’re nobody.” She leaned in and kissed me, catching me off guard. I kissed her back. The kiss turned passionate, but I pulled away.
“You movin’ fast, ma,” I said lowly, still surprised I’d just kissed the woman of my dreams.
“No, I’m moving how I should have moved years ago. Remember what you said to me in the club years ago? The answer is yes.” She started kissing me again.
I raised an eyebrow. “You drunk or the doc gave you meds too?”
She laughed. “No, silly.”
“You know how to take a port out?”
“I can try,” she said softly.
