“It does, but we got a lot to cover, so we won’t dwell on it.”
“A long and honest talk with my mom.”
“Oh, yeah. I know Mama Sadie got you all the way together and didn’t bite her tongue in the process.”
“Of course, and she gave me a lot to think about.”
“Whatever she said worked, so I don’t need the details of that conversation. Tell me this, and it will be the first and last time I ever ask something of this nature.”
“What?”
“How’s the dick?”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the thought of Knox’s dick.
“Girl! It’s the best I’ve ever had, and you know I’ve had quite a few. And guess what?”
“Just tell me.”
“I sucked his dick without a rubber covering it.”
Her eyes widened. “You did what?”
“You heard me.”
“I did, but all I want to know is if you swallowed.”
“Well . . .”
“Sis, I know you didn’t run to the bathroom and spit it out like an amateur.”
“I can’t lie, the first time, I did. It was so much, and it filled my mouth so fast. I didn’t know what to do.”
“Oh my God. I got secondhand embarrassment. Please tell me you’ve redeemed yourself by now.”
“I would like to think I have because he’s a fan, he’s a fan, he’s a fan!”
We jumped to our feet with a scream, followed by giddy laughter and high fives. It felt good to come clean to my best friend. Since Nyomi and Kilo knew, I’d officially tell my parents soon.
We eventually returned to the living room, still whispering and giggling. Not long after, Knox and I were alone again.
“Back to the game?” he asked.
I shook my head before saying, “Let’s find a movie and cuddle up on the couch.”
I was amazed by how much I enjoyed the simplicity of the evening and looked forward to spending many more days and nights wrapped in Knox’s arms, inhaling his musky scent, and allowing myself to fall in love.
Knox threw the football to me, and I watched it go up in the air, then land perfectly in my arms. I immediately ran in his direction. He was supposed to be blocking me from running into the end zone, but he looked too mesmerized to make a move.
I made it past him and into the end zone before he got snapped out of it. I threw the football to the ground, put my hands on my knees, and twerked to the imaginary beat in my head.
“That was a nice catch. If you promise to twerk every time, I’ll let you get to the end zone every time,” he told me.
“You didn’t let me have anything. You were slacking because you thought I would take it easy on you.”
“Oh, it’s like that?”
“I thought you knew. It’s your turn. I’ll show you how it’s done.”