21 Questions

"Baaabyyyy."

"Whaaaat?"

"Let's do something today," I whined, rolling onto my side to face Chris.

He glanced up from his phone, smirking. "What you wanna do, Kay?"

"I don't wanna be cooped up in your house all day. Let's go out with the crew or something."

Chris chuckled, shaking his head before leaning in to peck my lips. "Alright, let me hop in the shower first."

Just like that, he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me sprawled across his bed, deep in thought.

It's crazy to think Chris and I have been going strong for a week now. Wild, right? Trust me, I feel the same way. I never thought we'd actually end up here. A week ago, when all that drama happened at Nia's house, nothing major went down—just some heavy foreplay, but that was it. And now? Chris cut Jasmine off for good, and here we are.

Let me tell you, though, it wasn't easy. That girl threw a full-blown tantrum like a five-year-old. Girl, please. He does not want you. She even swore up and down that the next time she saw me, she was gonna "whoop my ass." Well, I saw her all last week, and she didn't do a damn thing. Talk about all bark, no bite.

Anyway, back to the good stuff—Nia and Aug finally made things official, and so did Ty and Destiny. Suspicious, right? All of us getting into relationships in the same week? I tried to piece it together, but nothing really added up.

"KAY!" Chris's voice echoed from the bathroom.

"What?" I called back.

"Can you bring me a towel, please?"

Shaking my head, I got up and grabbed a plush black towel from the hallway closet before walking into the bathroom. The mirror was fogged up from the steam, and the scent of his body wash filled the air. I placed the towel on the toilet and turned to leave, but Chris peeked his head out from behind the shower curtain, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I was calling your name forever. What were you doing? Thinking about me, huh?"

I rolled my eyes. "Your ego is way too big for me, boy."

His smirk widened. "Something else is big for you too."

I gasped. "Chris! You're disgusting!"

He just laughed before shutting the curtain. "Hurry up!" I huffed, making my way back to the bed.

Plopping down, I grabbed my phone and dialed Nia. She picked up on the third ring, her voice groggy.

"Hello?"

"Did I wake my baby up?" I teased.

She groaned. "Yes, you did. Me and Aug were knocked out."

"Sorry, but I wanna do something today."

"Stop whining, girl. We're taking a nap. I'll call you when we wake up. Don't call Ty either—they're sleeping here too."

I sucked my teeth. "Man, fuck y'all."

She laughed. "Love you, baby cakes. I'll hit you in an hour or so."

"Whatever. Bye." I hung up, exhaling dramatically. "I hate my friends," I mumbled under my breath.

"Tell me about it."

I jumped as Chris flopped down onto the bed beside me, fresh out the shower, his damp skin radiating warmth.

"Damn, you scared me!" I placed a hand over my chest.

He chuckled. "Sorry, baby."

I sighed, knowing our plans were basically shot. "So I guess we're staying in today?"

Chris shrugged. "Looks like it."

He reached out, motioning for me to come closer with his finger. Smirking, I crawled over to his side of the bed and rested my head on his chest. His scent—clean, fresh, and all him—wrapped around me like a warm embrace.

"Okay, okay," I murmured. "I got an idea. Let's play 21 Questions or something."

"Aight, shoot."

"Favorite color?"

"Red," he answered without hesitation. "How many boyfriends you had in your whole life?"

I thought for a second. "Well, only one serious one. But I hope this relationship with you is serious too." I kissed the side of his mouth.

Chris's arm tightened around me. "How long were y'all together?"

I swallowed. "Four years."

His eyes flickered with curiosity. "What happened?"

I hesitated, blinking away the sting of unwanted memories. "Uhh... something happened, and we just fell off."

Chris studied my face. "Continue."

I shifted under his gaze. "Do I have to tell you right now?"

He shook his head. "Nah, not at all. But I'd like to know, ma. Seems like something serious." His jaw clenched slightly, his protective side showing.

I exhaled. "I will—when I'm ready. I promise."

Chris nodded, brushing a kiss against my forehead. "Okay." Then, flashing a teasing grin, he asked, "Roses or daisies?"

I chuckled. "Roses. Why?"

His smirk deepened. "Oh, nothing... just figuring out what to put on your casket after I murder that pussy."

I gasped, shoving his shoulder. "Chris! You are so nasty!"

He laughed, flipping me onto my back and pinning me beneath him. "I'm just playin', mamas. Gimme kisses."

I rolled my eyes but gave in, pressing my lips to his. What was supposed to be a quick peck turned into something deeper, but before things could escalate, sleep crept up on us. Wrapped up in his arms, I drifted off, thinking—maybe a lazy day in wasn't such a bad idea after all.

-Revamped