She said, “Because you just had a baby, dumbass.”
That’s why she was my best friend.
But anyway.
Back to my dry-ass sex life.
I slid another pancake onto the plate and stared down at it while my mind went right back to last night.
I had walked out the bathroom feeling cute too.
Xavier had already been in bed, laying back against the pillows with the TV on low. He looked at me when I came out, eyes dragging down my body, and that little grin hit his face.
“Come here.”
That was it.
No anticipation.
No nothing.
Just come here.
I still went because shit, I had been waiting all damn day.
I had climbed onto the bed, kissed him, tried to make it into something. Tried slowing shit down. Tried doing something different.
Xavier laughed against my mouth.
“Sam, what you doing?”
I pulled back and looked at him. “What it look like I’m doing?”
“You doing too much.”
“How the fuck am I doing too much?”
He laughed again, grabbed me and pulled me back toward him.
“Come here. You don’t gotta do all that.”
“Maybe I wanna do all that.”
“Why?”
I remember staring at him.
Why?
Nigga, because I wanted to have some fucking fun.
“I don’t know, Xavier. Maybe because doing the same shit every time is boring?”
“Man, ain’t nothing boring.”
“To you.”
“You my wife.” He kissed my cheek like that answered everything. “You my sweet girl. You don’t need all that extra shit.”