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“You have fun?”

I stared into the darkness.

“Yeah.”

“Niggas was trying to talk to you?”

I almost laughed.

“A few.”

His arm tightened around me.

“Hope you told them you married.”

My eyes dropped toward my left hand.

My wedding ring was still sitting right there.

“I did.”

And that was the fucked-up part.

I had.

I’d told a complete stranger I was very married.

Turned him down.

Wouldn’t even let him kiss me.

The one man I actually crossed the line with didn’t need me to tell him shit.

He already knew.

Xay kissed the back of my shoulder.

Within minutes, his breathing evened back out.

Mine never did.

I stared into the dark.

And no matter how hard I tried to push it out of my head, I kept hearing the same fucking words.

You wanted spontaneous. Didn’t you?

AVERY

Brooklyn Chop House was packed, but Keith had gotten us a table like it wasn’t shit.

This nigga always knew I loved me a good steak.

I cut into mine while Keith sat across from me looking entirely too fucking good. Long braids pulled back, black button-up open a little at the neck, chain sitting against his chest, that little gold fang showing every time he smiled.

And he had been smiling at me all fucking night.

“What?” I asked.