f**k.
Fuck.I hadn’t ever had s*x that good.
Imani gathered a light-pink wool blanket in her hands and drew it over her body. Light from the glass chandelier above the bed glinted in her brown eyes, making them look glossy. But she wasn’t crying; instead, she was smiling.
“I, uh, gotta get ready for bed.”
Standing up, I tugged on my jeans. “Get ready.”
She twisted a scarf in her hands, watching me from the bathroom door. “Can you go?”
“We need to talk.”
“I have a test tomorrow. Can’t this wait for the morning?”
After eyeing the scarf in her hands, she walked farther into her bathroom and looked back at me. “Fine, just don’t … steal anything, like my computer. I need it to study later. I have an exam tomorrow, and I—”
“Go, get ready.”
When she shut the bathroom door, I walked aroun
