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Wasn’t asking where I was every five fucking minutes.

Wasn’t complaining about sex.

Wasn’t bitching that I wasn’t spontaneous.

Nothing.

She’d been cool.

Real cool.

Maybe too cool sometimes, but shit, I wasn’t about to complain about peace.

I drove toward East Orange with the heat blasting.

Maybe Heather finally wanted to fuck.

I smirked.

She’d been stingy as fuck with the pussy since she had Collin.

I’d probably only fucked her three times since she gave birth.

Three.

Damn near disrespectful considering what I was used to.

Every time I tried, it was some shit.

She tired.

Collin up.

She got work.

She still mad.

Always something.

Maybe she finally got over herself.

I pulled up to her house and looked around before getting out.

I headed up the walkway and tried the door.

Unlocked.

I walked in.

“Yo.”

Nothing.

I shut the door behind me.

“Heather?”

“In here.”