“I agree with your mother,” he said when I finished.
“Of course, you do, because it works in your favor.”
“It does, but what she said was real. I know plenty of people, men and women, who I met in my twenties, who swore they’d never get married, never have children, and would never date or marry someone with children. Yet, five or ten years later, those same people are the happiest they’ve ever been, doing exactly what they swore they would never do. People change, but ain’t that what life is all about?”
“I’m finding it very difficult to embrace these new feelings because I’ve felt one way for so long.”
“You’re wasting precious time being loyal to an old version of yourself. You’ve evolved, and you want something different than what she wanted, and that’s okay, baby.”
My mother and Knox had basically said the same thing, but in a different way.
“So . . .”
“Don’t start with that shit again.”
“I never got a chance to say what I wanted to say.”
“What did you want to say?”
“I’m not on any birth control.”
His eyes widened, and a smirk graced his lips.
“And you let me hit it raw . . . multiple times?”
“About that. I can take a Plan B tomorrow?—”
“You like playing in my face, but I’m telling you right now, the only plan I want to talk about is a birth plan.”
The smile that graced his face had turned into a frown. His eyes captured mine, and I couldn’t look away.
“Why would you repeatedly let me fill you with my seeds just to turn around and take a fucking Plan B?”
“What I started saying before I was so rudely interrupted was, I can take a Plan B tomorrow if you want, but I really don’t want to.”
“Baby, you know that’s not what I want, and if that’s not what you want, why are we talking about it?”
“Conversation over.”
The next fewweeks flew by. If I wasn’t fulfilling my duties as an assistant football coach, I was in Skye’s backyard, working on her patio.
I worked on it a few hours each night before the sun went down and it became too dark, and most of the day on Saturdays and Sundays. It was coming along, and I’d be done in the next two weeks.
When I wasn’t in Skye’s backyard, I was in her pussy. I was addicted, and it had quickly become my favorite place on Earth. We’d managed to keep our relationship under wraps, using my work on the patio as our excuse for not being as social.
Initially, I was pissed when Skye suggested we not tell anyone about us. I begrudgingly agreed, but I could honestlysay I’d enjoyed getting to know her without pressure from our families. I didn’t know how much longer I’d sneak around, but for now, it was cool.
“It’s been a few weeks. How is it being around Knox every day? I thought for sure you’d crack by now. You know you want that man.”
I’d just come inside after finishing everything I’d planned on the patio today. Skye was on the phone with Nyomi on speaker.
“It’s been fine.”
She looked at me and smiled, so I assumed they weren’t on FaceTime, but discovered I was wrong when I heard Nyomi say, “Girl, who you smiling at like that? Is it Knox? Is he there?”
“Huh? I wasn’t smiling,” Skye responded, trying to play it off.
“Yes the fuck you were, and your eyes were all dreamy.”