The morning after our risky midnight f**k, I woke to the sound of suitcases zipping in the hallway. Mom was leaving for her work trip, a three day conference in the city, leaving Shoquan and me alone in the house for the first time since this madness began.
My body still ached deliciously from the night before, thighs sticky with remnants of our release, bruises blooming on my ass and neck like secret badges of honor. I slipped out of bed, pulling on one of Shoquan's oversized shirts that barely skimmed my hips, the fabric whispering against my bare skin as I padded to the kitchen.
Shoquan was already there, pouring coffee, his back to me... broad shoulders straining against his t-shirt, the kind of casual strength that made my mouth water. He turned, eyes darkening as they raked over me
