Page 27 of Crown: Phase 4

“Now you know that’s what I texted you. Why you calling me, playing?” Caresha replied, playfully rolling her eyes.

“Ooh, what y’all doing over there?”

“Not nothing.”

“I mean, what y’all doing when he’s there?”

“Bitch, I said nothing.”

Nivéa smacked her lips, not buying the bullshit. “Y’all ain’t just sitting around all night doing nothing.”

Caresha laughed, and Nivéa noticed she was blushing when she finished.

“Girlll, not you finally giving the coochie up. I knew there was a new glow on you as soon as you answered. Oh my God.”

“Bitch, did I say that?”

“You don’t have to. It’s written all over your face, hoe. You lucky my husband got me back on lockdown, or I’d be over there to see you.”

“Whatever.” Caresha shook her head, waving her off.

“Ooh, Danger ran a red light. Danger ran a red light.” Nivéa sang repeatedly, teasing.

Caresha’s eyes widened as she realized Nivéa had put two and two together. She instantly regretted mentioning her cramps the other day. Now, she felt slightly embarrassed.

“Girl, shut the hell up, telling all my business. I need to stop telling you everything.”

“Oh, please. Ain’t nobody here but your fussing-ass goddaughter, and she ain’t worried about us.”

“You better leave my baby alone, heffa.”

“Mmhmm, how was it?” Nivéa wouldn’t let her change the subject. “We grown. I ain’t judging, 'cause Lord knows I’m giving it up to Ahmad no matter what if he wants it.”

“Trust, I know. Freaky ass.”

They shared another laugh. Caresha took her time answering, but her eyes said it all…she was smitten.

“Shit, my girl is hooked.” Nivéa clocked it.

“And is. The sex was so good, Niv. That man is blessed and knows how to take his time with it. I’m talking about toes curling, stomach caving in, drooling, and eyes rolling to the back of your damn head kind of sex. Whew. And you know what really got me? The aftercare. My God… he took care of me. This might be too much information, but—”

“Nothing you say is ever too much information. I want all the details, sis.”

“He ran us a bath afterward, took his time cleaning me down there. I mean, he spread my legs open and thoroughly cleaned me. Then he dressed me. I’m talking about putting lotion all over my body and pulling my period panties up and all. By the time I made it back to his bed, it was made up with new sheets, a new comforter, and my heating pad lying there. I was trying to figure out when he even had the time to do it. I’m guessing while I was waiting in the tub for him.”

“Whew, not my boy got out the heating pad and had that thang waiting for you.”

“Babyyy, got it out my gym bag and had it waiting for me. Do you hear me? He gave me more pain meds, fed me again, and then cuddled my ass to sleep like a baby.”

Nivéa smiled hard as she nodded and tapped her index and thumb together, repeatedly.

“I told you those Knight men ain’t nothing to play with. That Ahmad Sr. must’ve taken damn good care of Kerri 'cause his boys don’t play. That’s so sweet.”

All Caresha could do was smile on the other end of the screen. Normally, she teased Nivéa about being all mushy, but even she had to admit those men were truly special. She hadn’t encountered a nigga like Hassan Knight before. That was evident in the way he had her acting.

“So, what? Are y’all together now? Or are you still wanting to take things slow?”

“I don’t know, girl. That slow shit might be changing soon because Lord hammercy… that’s my man in my head. We go together real bad. Me and him gon’ have to have another talk soon.”