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the bed and began kissing me. Dray’s kisses were sometimes so deep it felt like he was plowing into me. I remember when we first started messing around he wouldn’t kiss my lips, only my forehead and sometimes my neck. Boy, how things had changed. He climbed on top of me and began to grind his pelvis against mine. The pleasure I felt from his kissing only intensified.
    As Dray removed my underwear, I noticed a dreamy smile softening his face.
    “I want you so bad, boi. You know that?”
    “I want you too.”
    “Show me.”
    “How?”
    “You know what I like.”
    “You like my sex, huh.”
    “That’s not all I like.”
    “Really? What else do you like about me?”
    “That you’re handsome. Smart. And I know you really care about me,” Dray said as I stared into his soulful eyes.
    “How much do you care about me?”
    “Come on, AJ, you know how I feel about you.”
    “Tell me.”
    Dray looked away for a moment and then smiled at me and said, “I love you, boi.”
    “You really mean that?”
    “You know I do. I don’t know how I could make it without you.”
    “You’d survive,” I said.
    “Barely. But why are we talking about serious shit? I thought I was handling da business,” Dray said as he got back on top of me.
    I playfully pushed him off me, and reversed positions so that I was now on top of him, kissing his chest. I moved my tongue down his body until I reached his groin area and then buried my face into his lap, taking in every inch of Dray’s Mississippi pride.
    When I woke up later that morning, a huge smile crossed my face. Dray was still lying in my bed, staring at me and gently rubbing his huge hands across my forehead. I had just assumed he would go home after I went to sleep. I needed to call Cisco and change my training session.
    “So sleepyhead finally wakes up,” Dray said.
    “What are you doing here?” I said, sitting up in the bed.
    “What, you expecting your other boyfriend?” Dray teased.
    “Now, you know he comes during the day when we know you’re at practice.”
    “Just don’t let me catch you with that nigga.”
    “Who said he was black?” I said as I got ready to leave the bed, only to be pulled back by Dray grabbing the bottom of my white T-shirt.
    “Come on, Dray, let me go. I got to pee,” I pleaded.
    “Not until you give me a kiss.”
    I turned around and quickly gave him a peck on the lips and then raced to the bathroom. I tried to call Cisco but got his voice mail, so I left a message. When I came back some ten minutes later, after making sure I’d brushed and flossed my teeth, combed my hair, washed my face, and moisturized my body, Dray wasn’t there. I called out his name but he didn’t answer. I went down the stairs and when I got halfway down I could smell food. Wonderful food.
    I walked into the kitchen and there was Dray in his boxers and T-shirt, managing three different pots and pans on the stove top.
    “I hope you’re hungry, baby, because I sure am.”
    “What are you doing?”
    “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m cooking us breakfast.”
    “Don’t you have to get to practice? Or go home? Is Judi going to be looking for you?”
    “I got that covered, babe. No practice this morning and Judi is down in Miami doing some furniture shopping. You got me all day.”
    “When is the last time you cooked for me?” I asked. It had been so long that I’d forgotten what a great cook he was. When we started dating in college, he used to make hamburgers and homemade potato chips and then pour blue cheese over them. I loved the fattening snack. I thought for a quick moment aboutJudi being down in Miami spending Dray’s money, but I wasn’t going to let something I couldn’t control ruin my day.
    “It’s been a while. That’s why I’m making your breakfast favorites.” Gesturing from one pan to the next, he said, “We got scrambled eggs with onions and cheddar cheese, grits, honey-glazed bacon, and some store-bought biscuits. It