Page 41 of Lyric Squared

Collin. I relaxed a little, remembering his offer. Shuffling at the thought of my newfound solution, I searched around for my phone. I bumped Keanu’s firm frame in the process, causing my pussy to cream and my mouth to water. He was that good at what he did. I wanted him back inside of me, but my pussy was begging for a break and so was my head.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” Keanu groaned, pulling me closer to him.

Just as I’d imagined, our bodies fit like two matching puzzle pieces. We were frustratingly perfect. I sighed at the realization of it all.

“What’s the matter?” He yawned.

“We can’t do this,” I rushed out. “I can’t do this.”

“Man, take your ass to sleep, Lyric. It’s already done.”

“We had sex. That’s it. Nothing is already done.”

“We had sex. That’s it?” Keanu scoffed.

“Yes.”

“Keep talking crazy, and I’m going to put my dick in your mouth.”

“Keanu, I’m serious.”

“So am I. Lay your ass down. It’s too early for this shit.”

“I’m going to tell him yes,” I blurted.

“Tell who yes? What are you talking about?”

“Collin. Last night, he asked if I’d be his girlfriend. I told him I needed time, but I don’t. He’s good for me. We’re good for each other. I’m going to tell him yes.”

Chuckling while releasing me from his hold, Keanu shifted in bed. He turned his back in my direction while hugging the pillow. He was extremely amused, somehow angering me. His nonchalant demeanor made my head throb and my girl downstairs followed suit.

“I’m serious.”

“Ummm. Hmmm.”

“I’m going to be in a relationship now. So, this, this between us, can’t happen.”

Whipping his body around, Keanu lifted his top half. I couldn’t see him in the darkness of the early morning, but I could feel his eyes on me.

“You want a reaction out of me, so here’s one. Here’s a piece of advice for you. If agreeing to be his girlfriend makes you feel better then do it. If agreeing to be his girlfriend makes you feelbetter then, then do it. But it’ll never undo what has been done between us. As long as you with that nigga, stay the fuck away from me, aight?”

“See, that’s why I didn’t want to do this. I’ve been around you my entire life. What do you mean stay away from you?”

“I mean what the fuck I said,” he gritted. “I’m not about to watch you go through life miserable and unhappy when the nigga you really want, the nigga you really love is willing and ready to give you the moon and the stars. I’m ready to give you what I don’t even think I have to give but have every intention of learning to give. So, yeah, stay away from me. We still good but keep that shit far away from me.”

“You’re only proving my point, Keanu. We can’t do this. You’re telling me to stay away from you because I’m agreeing to be someone’s girlfriend to save my family and us both some heartache?”

“Fuck your brothers, Lyric. I love them niggas dearly but when it comes to you, it’ll be fuck everybody forever if that’s what loving you requires. What about your heartache? Huh? What about what and who you want? Do you ever take that into consideration? Or are you always worried about the next motherfucker?”

“I’ve seen where my feelings can lead this family. I don’t want that for them.”

“Aight,” he finalized with what I assume was a shrug.

“Alright?”

I wasn’t sure why but I didn’t want him to end the conversation with that. I wanted him to convince me that we deserved a chance. I wanted him to keep fighting for what I knew could be the greatest love story ever told. I wanted him to forbid me from seeing Collin and any other man alive. He didn’t. He simply fluffed the pillow and laid back down.

“Yeah. Aight.”