Page 112 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2

Just made it to Tahari’s

Mama’s reply came almost instantly.

Mama: Okay, baby. Love you. Tell him we said hey.

A smile spread across my face.

Love y’all too

I locked my phone, slung my backpack over one shoulder, grabbed my overnight bag, and headed into his building. I didn’t bother knocking because Tahari had given me a key weeks ago. The second I stepped inside, I frowned.

“Tahari?”

“I’m back here.”

His voice was coming from his bedroom. I closed the front door behind me and followed it. When I reached the bedroom doorway, I stopped. Clothes covered almost every inch of the bed. Shoes were lined up across the floor, and Tahari stood halfway inside his closet with a trash bag in one hand and a stack of hangers in the other.

“What are you doing?” I asked with a confused stare.

He glanced over his shoulder.

“Cleaning.”

I looked around the room.

“It looks more like you making a mess.”

“It’ll make sense in a minute,” he said with a small laugh.

I dropped my bags beside the dresser before folding my arms.

“Okay, I’m listening.”

He disappeared back into the closet for a second before coming back out with another armful of clothes.

“I’m making a little space.”

I looked around the room again.

“For what?”

“For you,” he smiled.

I stared at him.

“For me?” I asked in confusion.

He nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re over here enough to have your own drawer.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“A drawer?”

He pointed toward the closet.

“I’m thinking a couple shelves too.”