#we sorry

“It's whatever you wanna do, baby.” His breath fanned across her skin as he found more places to kiss, walking them backward towards her bed. Imani pushed him gently onto it and straddled his waist. 

A playful quirk appeared on her lips as she teasingly asked, “You sure you can keep a secret like that from your bestie?” She knew how excited he got over her; after all, she felt the same way. But for now, she relished in the idea of keeping their relationship private. It meant she had Jameson all to herself. 

Jameson paused, glancing up at the ceiling as if thinking about it. Imani laughed as he reluctantly agreed. “Okay, usually…I wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret but he’s not your biggest fan right now so it shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Not my biggest fan?” She raised both eyebrows in surprise, never hearing this before. 

Imani suspected EJ might not have liked her because of everything that happened with Genie, which she understood. He was protective over her just like she was. But after reconciling with Genie, she thought everything would be fine between her and EJ. Apparently, that wasn’t the case. 

“He rides hard for Genie.” Jameson told her softly as if he was breaking it to her easy. “And he was there when we…when it was over. I was a mess, Mani. Give him some time, he’ll come around.”

Imani sighed softly. Truthfully, she wouldn’t have liked EJ either if he had been the one who hurt Genie and Jameson. But deep down, EJ’s opinion of her didn’t matter. It was Genie and Jameson who she had left behind. They were the only ones she cared about. 

 “I understand.” Her finger mindlessly traced patterns on his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her touch. “Well, as long as y’all forgive me, that’s really all that matters.”

“I do.” he said softly, nodding. “I forgive you. I want you to forgive me too. We can work on us as long as I know we’re both really in it this time.”

“I do. And I’m really in it, baby. I want us to work.” Her eyes locked with his as she pointed to herself and then him. “Us,” she said firmly. “means everything to me. I don’t want to lose that ever again.”

“That’s everything I need to hear,” he admitted softly, ending their conversation by kissing her. It quickly unraveled into a passionate kiss. 

As her tongue explored his mouth, Imani felt completely at home. No one could make her feel like this way but Jameson. Every kiss she had shared with someone else after their breakup felt foreign and lacking in comparison. But being with Jameson now, she knew without a doubt this was where she belonged. This was home. 

Her fingers tangled in his curls as the world around them faded away. But all too soon, reality came crashing back in the form of a knock on the door. Ella’s voice cut through the haze, “dinner in thirty minutes!” 

Imani let out a frustrated sigh, pulling away from Jameson’s lips.  “Okay!” She called back at Ella, turning to look back at Jameson. Her smile dropped at the thought of having to keep their reunion a secret and not being able to openly show affection for each other at the engagement dinner. Of course, she was happy for Genie, but she would have loved to share the moment beside Jameson. 

She waited until she couldn’t hear footsteps anymore then she spoke again. “Stay with me for a little while? I’m not ready for you to leave yet.” Just like that, she was back lost in the realms of their love. But she didn’t want to leave this time.

He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the small velvet box in his hands. The diamond ring inside sparkled faintly, catching the light every time he opened and closed the lid. Nervousness had him in a chokehold. Genie had told him not to worry. That she would say yes. She wanted to say yes. But something had him anxious. Maybe it was the fact that their families were there or reality staring him in the face. Either way…he was dragging his feet in heading downstairs. 

His leg bounced nervously, and he let out a shaky breath, shaking his head slowly.

This was it. The moment he’d envisioned for months, planned meticulously for weeks, and desperately did his best to make sure was ‘perfect’ during the entire chaotic Aspen trip – yet his confidence wavered now that it was here. What if he messed up? What if Genie didn’t feel ready? What if he couldn’t find the right words?

A soft knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts.  

“Come in,” he called, his voice quieter than usual.

The door opened to reveal his mother, her expression warm but curious. “Hey, baby,” she said, excitement obvious in her tone before she stepped inside the room EJ shared with Genie. “You’re gonna be late. We got dinner all ready. Genie’s out on the deck with her father.”

EJ quickly shut the ring box and slowly tucked it into his pocket but she had already noticed. Her eyes lit up, and a knowing smile spread across her face. “Oh,” she said softly, sitting beside him on the bed. “The nerves getting you good, huh?”

EJ sighed, slumping forward with his elbows on his knees. “Yeah. I don’t know why but I’m just…terrified,” he admitted, looking over at her with a wry smile. “I mean, what if I say the wrong thing? Or what if she…what if it’s not what she dreamed of? What if I’m not what she dreams of?”

Nina chuckled gently, her hand rubbing soothing circles on his back. “EJ, you’ve been in love with that girl since the minute you met her. And from what I’ve seen, she feels the same way about you. There’s no way she’s saying no.”

He knew that. Genie had told him herself that she was going to say yes. But the fears remained. “But what if I mess it up?” he pressed. “What if I don’t say everything I’m supposed to? What if I forget the words I’ve been practicing?”

Nina tilted her head, giving him a look that was equal parts confusion and affectionate. “EJ, you don’t need to rehearse anything. Just speak from your heart. Genie loves you for who you are, not for some perfect speech. Trust me, when you get down on one knee and look into her eyes, the right words will come to you.”

EJ nodded, her words sinking in but not completely calming his nerves. He thought of the ring again and slowly pulled the box out of his pocket before handing it to his mother. “Do you think she’ll like it?”

He had loved the unique design – and immediately thought of Genie when he saw it. He picked it alone, without input from her best friends, brother, or father. It was the perfect bridge for their relationship.

Nina smiled as she reached for the box, turning and angling it to examine the ring without removing it. “It’s beautiful. Just like her. She’s going to love it because it came from you.”

That sentence alone sent relief through his system. His shoulders dropped, the tenseness he held in his body slowly easing as he let out a small laugh. It was true. He could buy her a cardboard box and Genie would tell him he did his best and pat him on the head. She loved him so much that she had immeasurable patience. “Thanks, Mama.”

She smiled at him before patting his back “It’s going to be fine, baby. You’ve got a good heart, and Genie knows that better than anyone. Just trust in the love you two have.” With a kiss to his head, Nina stood up and headed for the door.

EJ stared at the ring for another moment after she left then took a deep breath and put it back in his pocket. “Just speak from the heart,” he murmured to himself, getting up and adjusting his tie. He forced himself to think about Genie’s gentle smile, the way she had overcome her fear and put trust in him. Knowing she believed in him that much brought him a sense of peace…and he was ready to face anything to see her.

The snow fell in a soft, steady rhythm, blanketing everything as far as her eye could see in white. Genie stood on the deck, her hands wrapped around a warm mug of cocoa. The leather shearling coat she wore made her feel just as warm outside as she did inside. The heat seeped into her fingers, grounding her as she stared out into the night. Inside, laughter and voices hummed, muffled by the glass door behind her. This trip was everything she’d hoped for — despite a few bumps in the road – and was her chance to be with the people she loved most, to savor this fleeting moment of peace before everything changed.

She knew what was coming. EJ’s proposal wasn’t a secret to her, not really. Finding the ring in his bag had been a fluke that made her heart leap into her throat. It took adjusting to but Genie was ready. She wanted to be EJ’s wife. For EJ’s part, he’d been nervous but determined all week. It was endearing, and it made her heart ache in the best way. Neither of them told their guests that the surprise engagement was just a normal engagement now. It felt like they were holding onto a tiny spark of magic, something just for them.

The door creaked open, and she glanced over her shoulder to see her father stepping out. With his coat zipped up and his hands buried in his pockets, he looked like he belonged in a painting against the snowy backdrop. He gave her a small smile as he joined her at the railing.

“You’re not cold?” he asked, his voice cutting through the quiet.

Genie shook her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Nope. I love it out here. It’s peaceful.”

He nodded, leaning against the railing beside her. “This trip’s been good for you. You look... happy.”

“I am,” she admitted, her voice soft but sure. “Everything feels right.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the kind that only existed between people who knew each other deeply. Genie felt a surge of gratitude. For this moment, for this trip, for her father’s steady presence in her life. But then he spoke again, and the warmth in her chest dimmed just a little. 

“I saw a girl leaving earlier...Camille, right?”

Genie’s grip on her mug tightened, but she kept her tone even. “Yes. Camille.” Genie hadn’t seen her around after their confrontation. Jameson hadn’t mentioned her absence and she knew it meant they were over.

“She looked upset,” Kendrick said, his voice careful. “Did something happen?”

Genie hesitated, her thoughts swirling. Camille wasn’t her problem anymore. She’d made her choices, and Genie didn’t owe her anything. But still, there was a flicker of guilt, faint and unwelcome. “She wasn’t supposed to be here so now she’s gone,” Genie said finally, her words measured. “It’s better for everyone that she left.”

Kendrick frowned, his gaze thoughtful. “I don’t know. She seemed like she was having a rough time. She mentioned that you…wanted her head. Were you angry with her?”

“Yes. I did.” Genie turned to him, her expression softening despite her unapologetic tone. “I understand, Daddy. You always want to help people. But trust me, Camille leaving was for the best. For her and for everyone else. Especially Jamie.”

Her father studied her, his eyes searching. “Maybe. But sometimes people just need a little grace, even when they don’t deserve it.”

The words hit her harder than she expected, stirring something deep and uncomfortable. She looked away, focusing on the snow-covered trees in the distance. “Maybe.” she said quietly, her voice noncommittal.

She didn’t want to think about Camille. Not tonight. Not when everything else felt so perfect.

Kendrick must have sensed her reluctance because he let the subject drop. Instead, he reached over and squeezed her shoulder gently. “I’m glad I’m here,” he said, his voice warm. “Glad I get to see you so happy.”

Genie smiled, the tension in her chest easing. “I’m glad you’re here too. My whole family. Right where I can see you all. It’s everything I could’ve asked for.”

Her father smiled back, his expression softening. “You deserve it, my baby.”

A surge of love rushed through Genie’s chest as she leaned over and kissed her father’s cheek, the gesture filled with affection. “Thank you, Daddy. I’m gonna head inside before this cocoa gets cold. I miss my boyfriend.”

“Well, damn!,” he exclaimed, laughing out loud as she turned to leave. “Am I chopped liver now?”

“Of course not.” Genie said, “I just think he’s cute and perfect and wonderful and want to spend all my time with him. That’s it.” When she headed back into the house, she saw EJ enter the room – his smile lighting up the space. Everything else faded. She was happy. She was loved. And that was everything.

The fire crackled in the hearth, filling the quiet sun room with a warm, uneven rhythm. Jameson stared into the flames, leaning back in the large comfortable chair. The warmth of the fire barely touched him; his thoughts were heavier, looping endlessly through the events of the past twenty-four hours. He could hear everybody else getting ready to sit for dinner but he took a minute to sit alone with his thoughts, his feelings, and everything in between.

He’d done the right thing. That’s what he kept telling himself. Breaking up with Camille had been the only choice—necessary, inevitable. But even as he tried to believe it, the guilt gnawed at him. Camille hadn’t deserved the way things had unraveled. She hadn’t deserved his betrayal. Even if he also felt betrayed – he should have been better at ending things in a less messy manner.

The sound of footsteps pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked up as Kendrick entered the room, his easy presence a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling in Jameson’s chest.

“You hiding out in here?” Kendrick asked, his tone casual as he took the chair opposite Jameson.

“Nah,” Jameson replied, his voice low. “Just thinking.”

Kendrick didn’t press, just settled into his chair with the kind of patience that made Jameson feel both comforted and exposed. The silence stretched, and for a moment, Jameson thought he could get away without saying anything more. But the weight of it all was too much to keep inside.

“My girlfriend and I broke up,” he said finally, the words falling heavily between them.

Kendrick didn’t look surprised, but his brow furrowed slightly. “You alright?”

Jameson shrugged, unsure how to answer. “I don’t know. It’s... complicated.”

“Breakups usually are,” Kendrick said, his voice steady. “What happened?”

Jameson exhaled slowly, his gaze dropping to the fire again. “I couldn’t keep pretending. My feelings for Imani never went away. I just kept kicking them under the rug and it got harder to hide. We’re stuck in this damn house together and I just couldn’t…I couldn’t pretend anymore. And it wasn’t fair to Camille. She deserved better than that.”

Saying it out loud made it feel more real and more final. The shame twisted in his gut, but there was also relief in the admission. It felt good to admit they weren’t together because he wanted someone else.

Kendrick leaned forward slightly, his expression thoughtful. “Takes a lot to admit that. Most people wouldn’t.”

Jameson nodded, though the reassurance did little to ease the ache in his chest. “It wasn’t just me though,” he said after a pause. “Camille was keeping secrets, too. I don’t even know everything, but... it doesn’t matter. We weren’t meant to be.”

The words hung in the air, stark and undeniable...and true. He felt Kendrick’s eyes on him, steady and unjudging.

“You did what you thought was right, son.” Kendrick said after a moment. “That’s all you can do. But it’s okay to feel conflicted about it. You cared about her, even if it wasn’t enough.”

Jameson’s throat tightened, but he nodded. “It really wasn’t. I tried to make it enough. I wanted it to be enough. But…I swear to god, nothing I had with Camille felt as good as arguing with Imani. It didn’t feel as good as just looking at her. I just feel guilty about how it ended. That it ended here.”

Kendrick leaned back in his chair, his gaze distant for a moment. “Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for someone is let them go. It’s not easy, but it’s honest. Believe me. I know it.” Jameson could see in his eyes that Kendrick meant his mother. 

He let the words settle over him, the truth of them sinking in slowly. He glanced at the rose on the table beside him, its soft petals a stark contrast to the heaviness in his chest. “I’m supposed to be the first one to give Genie a rose. Kick this whole thing off.” he said, his voice quiet.

Kendrick raised an eyebrow. “Yeah I know. I’m last. You don’t want to?”

Jameson shook his head, picking up the flower and turning it in his hands. “It doesn’t feel right. After everything that’s happened... I think it should come from her brother and her best friend.”

Kendrick’s curiosity about their situation was evident, but he didn’t push.

Jameson said, the decision made in his mind. “She’s part of this family. She should be part of this moment too.”

Kendrick nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “If that’s what feels right to you, then go with it.”

Jameson stood, gripping the rose tightly for a moment before setting it down. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “For listening. And for not judging.”

Kendrick smiled faintly, a flicker of warmth in his eyes. “That’s what I’m here for. I will always be here for you, Jameson.”

Jameson nodded, his chest feeling a little lighter as he headed toward the dining room. The guilt and uncertainty still lingered, but for the first time in days, he felt like he was taking a step forward—however small it might be.

Ella fumbled with the camera briefly, her skilled hands nervous once she realized she was capturing the greatest moment of her brother’s personal life. The long, polished wooden table was adorned with flickering candles and garlands of evergreen, creating a cozy yet elegant atmosphere. As she turned the camera, glimpses of snow covered mountains could be seen through the floor to ceiling glass.

Genie sat at the center of the table, her infectious laughter filling the room as she leaned over and whispered to Nina. EJ was seated to her right, a soft smile on his face as he watched her with obvious affection. The rest of their family and friends were lively conversating before Jameson stood up from his chair. He walked around the table, pulling out Imani’s seat and she gracefully stood. He handed her a single red rose, Ella’s camera zooming in as Imani took it from his hand and made her way to Genie.

With a curious look on her face, Genie accepted the rose from her friend. Imani was visibly moved despite the two not exchanging a word. She leaned in and kissed Genie’s cheek softly. There was a tag on the end of the flower and Genie lifted it to read, her own eyes bright as she fought off tears.

It said a single word: Joy

Jameson didn’t say a word either but he approached Genie and placed a kiss against her cheek as well. Once he moved aside, Nina stood up from her seat, now holding a single red rose in her hand. The room grew quiet as all eyes remained on Genie.

“Imogen,” she began, "you have brought so much beauty into my son's life. It is only fitting that I give you this rose in recognition of that." She placed the rose in Genie's hand and kissed her cheek. She didn’t return to her seat but instead, she followed Jameson and Imani to the other side of the room.

Her rose held a tag with a single word as well: Beauty

It was Kendrick’s turn then. He didn’t have a single rose for his only daughter — he had several. When she saw him with a bouquet, Genie laughed out loud and ended with a little sob. Each rose had a tag. Different words were written, so many that Genie couldn’t catch them all.

Transformative. Challenging. Proud. Grateful. Privilege. Nurturing. Protective. Honest. Unbreakable. Sacred.

“Each rose is a memory. A word. Being your father is the greatest pleasure of my life. I grew up with you. I learned from you. Your mother would be so proud. Look at this wonderful girl we made.” Kendrick spoke softly, fighting off his tears much like everyone else did. “It’s fitting that I could only give you to someone I could trust not to dim your light. Someone could make you feel these very same things I felt while raising you. I love you, my baby.”

She was openly crying, holding the bouquet tightly to her chest as she told her father she loved him as well. Kendrick stepped closer, hugging her tightly before he pressed a kiss to her head and gently turned Genie in EJ’s direction.

EJ was standing, holding the final rose - a perfect white one with a small velvet box tied to the stem. The room fell silent, with the only sound being the crackling of the fireplace. Slowly, he knelt in front of her, holding the white rose in one hand and the box in the other. "Genie," he began, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. "Every word you have heard tonight describes what you have brought into our lives. You have given us all the gift of knowing you. And now I ask you to give me the gift of loving you for the rest of my life."

Tears streamed down Genie's face as she whispered his name, her hands trembling as she dropped the roses onto the table. EJ wasn’t even done talking but she began nodding.

Everybody erupted into a smattering of laughing. “Let me ask, baby.” He told her softly. “Imogen Evelyn Adesanya — will you marry me?”

"Yes," she managed to say through tears. "Yes, yes, yes."

The room erupted into cheers and applause as EJ slipped the stunning diamond ring onto her finger. Pink and white diamonds twisted around her finger — perfectly unique. He stood up and pulled her into a tight embrace as Ella's camera captured every teary smile and joyful laugh.

In the background, Ella could be heard crying softly. “Ah shit. They got me.” The video ended with Genie and EJ sharing a tender kiss, surrounded by their cheering loved ones.

The moment Jameson laid eyes on Imani in her stunning purple dress, he couldn’t tear his gaze away. The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places and the low neckline offered a tantalizing glimpse of her breast. Father God, have mercy on me. He could feel his pulse quicken as he watched her dance and laugh with Genie and Ella. She was like a goddess among mortals, radiating beauty and charm with every move she made. Did she understand the power she held over him with just a look? He knew he was completely under her spell. He was fucked.

But as much as he tried to keep it together and not give away their secret reunion, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to not touch her. Imani came and took a seat next to him, fanning herself and avoiding his obvious gaze. “Stop staring. You’re going to give us away…” her voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“I can’t help it,” he chuckled, unable to hide his admiration. “You look good tonight.”

“Yeah, I know.” she teased. Imani playfully stuck her tongue out at him before turning to look back at their engaged friends. It was hard to believe that just a year ago, they never would have imagined this future for themselves.

“Did you ever think this would happen?” she asked, mirroring his thoughts.

Shaking his head, Jameson replied, “No, did you?”

“Nah, not at all,” Imani’s voice held a note of contentment as she took in the happy couple before looking back at Jameson. “But I’m glad it did. My girl looks so happy.”

“Yeah, she does,” Jameson agreed with a smile.

“And that ring? Your boy did his thing.”

“He did, but it’ll have competition when I replace this,” he said, reaching across the table to discreetly tapping her promise ring on her finger. He noticed all the little details about her tonight, but the ring stuck out the most. Unlike this morning, she wasn’t trying to hide it from him. Imani made sure he saw it.

Just as she was about to say something, the song “What a Diff’rence A Day Made” by Dinah Washington started playing through the speakers. “Ooooh, this is my song!” Kendrick exclaimed in the distance. He asked Nina for a dance and Jameson got an idea.

“Dance with me,” he said, turning to Imani. “Jameson, everybody —” “No one’s looking at us. They’re all dancing. We’re the only ones sitting here. Dance with me.”

Imani hesitated for a moment before reluctantly agreeing. A smile spread across Jameson’s face as he led her onto the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close as they swayed to the music.

“You don’t know how happy I am to have you back in my arms,” he whispered in her ear.

“You can’t be as happy as me. I missed you so much,” Imani replied softly.

“I missed you more,” Jameson countered, meeting her gaze. “Can I sleep with you tonight? I just want to hold you.”

Imani’s expression softened, and she spoke in a hushed tone. “Baby, I told you this morning that last night needed to be the last time I slept without you in my arms…and I meant that.” She paused and then added firmly, “you already know the answer to that question.”

The dinner party buzzed with warmth and laughter, the kind of energy that only family and close friends could create. Kendrick leaned against the doorway, a glass of wine cradled in his hand, watching the room with a quiet smile. The glow of the fireplace bathed everyone in a golden light, and the faint hum of a jazz tune played softly in the background. He was somewhat drunk — he could admit that to himself. But it was a glorious night.

At the center of it all was Genie. His little girl. His only girl. She sat at the head of the table, her smile as radiant as the ring she kept glancing at every few minutes. It sparkled with every movement of her hand, catching the light like it was made for her. Kendrick had never seen her so happy, so effortlessly herself. She laughed at something Ella said, her head tilting back, her joy infectious. His heart swelled, but it also ached. How quickly time had passed.

Across the room, Jameson stood near the edge of the makeshift dance floor, his eyes locked on Imani as they swayed to the music. They were in their own world, something unspoken passing between them. Kendrick had always been able to read his son like a book, and tonight was no different. Jameson was smitten, completely and utterly. He wasn’t as conflicted as his mother thought.

Kendrick took a sip of his wine, his chest tightening with emotion. His kids weren’t kids anymore. They were grown, navigating their own lives, their own loves. And despite all the twists and turns, they were happy. He could still see them as children, laying on the couch watching tv or annoying one another so much that he had to send them to their own rooms. The thought brought a lump to his throat.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Genie's voice broke through his memories. She was standing beside him now, her hand lightly touching his arm. Her eyes, so much like her mother’s, were filled with concern.

“I’m fine, baby,” Kendrick said, his voice thick. He reached out and tucked a loose curl behind her ear. “Just taking it all in.”

Genie’s gaze softened, and she looked back at the room. “It’s a good night, isn’t it?”

“The best night,” Kendrick said. He looked at her again, at the ring on her finger, and felt a wave of pride and bittersweet joy. “You’ve got a good man, Genie. He loves you. But don’t forget who you are. Even when you’re Imogen Dupree — you were born with something special in you. Don’t ever settle for less.”

“I know,” she said, her voice quiet but sure. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder for a moment. “I’m lucky.”

“We’re all lucky,” Kendrick murmured, his eyes sweeping over the room one last time. His family was far from perfect, but they were his. And tonight, they were whole. He kissed the top of Genie’s head, letting himself savor the moment before she pulled away to rejoin the others. As he watched her go, Kendrick felt the tears welling up. He didn’t fight them.

The engagement celebration was long over. Dinner had been consumed, champagne bottles had been popped, and tears had been shed. It was a beautiful night…but everybody had retreated to their rooms. She was thankful for it because it meant she could be alone with Jameson. They didn’t have to worry about any eyes or ears on them. 

After taking a refreshing shower and pampering her skin with her lotion, Imani spritzed herself with a signature scent. She stood in front of her open suitcase, sifting through clothes in search of the perfect outfit. It was the first night she and Jameson were going to be together in over a year. She wanted it to be special.

As she exhaled deeply, her heart raced with anticipation. It was hard to believe that just twelve hours ago, she had been consumed with frustration and anger towards Jameson. She was damn near ready to chop his head off in the games they played. But now, as they were reunited once again, she found herself completely infatuated with him.

A smile spread across her lips as she pulled out a red satin bra and lace g-string panty set from her suitcase. She knew it would drive him wild. Thanking her past self for packing it, she slipped into the lingerie before neatly organizing all the clothes back into her suitcase.

Finally, she turned to the nightstand, where a small lighter and a scented candle sat. She lit the wick with a flick of her thumb and placed it back down, filling the room with a soft, romantic glow. Imani picked up her phone, unlocked it, and scrolled through her playlist of sensual songs. With a quick tap, the room was filled with slow bass and seductive melodies. 

Before she could even catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror, there was a knock at the door. Her heart skipped a beat as she hurried to answer it, pulling Jameson inside and closing the door behind them. “Took you long enough,” she teased playfully.

“I was waiting til everybody fell asl...” He seemed to lose his train of thought as his eyes trailed over her figure, clad in the seductive lingerie. “My god. It’s so damn good to be home…” he breathed out, biting his lip as his gaze lingered on every curve.

Imani couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, doing a small turn to show off the outfit. “You like it?” 

“Like it?” he repeated, stepping closer to her and pulling her into his embrace. Imani turned around to face him. “I love it. I love you.” His fingers traced over her curves, coming to rest on her ass. Imani’s arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

“All for you, baby,” Imani whispered, gazing up at him with adoration. “And only you.” They stood there for a moment, lost in each other’s arms and the intense chemistry between them.

They both knew what they desired most at that moment, but neither dared to make the first move. So they stood there, basking in each other’s embrace, savoring the feeling of being reunited after what felt like an eternity apart. The touch of their skin was electric, sending shivers down their spines and igniting a fire within them. Every second felt precious, as if time stood still just for them in that moment. 

When he finally reached for her, Imani was practically breathless.

His fingers traced along her jawline, trailing down her neck before meeting the soft skin of her shoulder. With each brush of his fingertips against her exposed skin, she shivered slightly, goosebumps rising to the surface. “I used to dream about you.” He said softly. “And now you’re back in front of me and I…I’m grateful.”

She closed her eyes tightly, savoring every sensation - a mix of desire, love, and anticipation coursing through her veins. Jameson’s fingertips brushed against the strap of her bra. He carefully pulled the fabric down, letting it drift down her shoulder.

He repeated the action with the other strap, moving in close so that he could reach around and unfasten the bra. 

As it fell to the ground, she let out a soft gasp of pleasure. She had never felt so vulnerable and yet so desired at the same time. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

But he didn't give her much time to think. He took one step back and admired her body, his gaze roaming over every inch of her. He’d seen it all before and had been all over her mere hours before but this was different. They weren’t in a haze of anger and lust. They weren’t under pressure and on a time limit.

Without warning, he held her up and carried her towards the bed. As he gently laid her down on the soft sheets, he leaned down and captured her lips in a heated kiss. He grasped the back of her neck and pressed his mouth to hers, tongues gliding each other. His hands roamed all over her body, caressing every curve and sending shivers of pleasure through her. He grasped her thong, slowly tugging the flimsy fabric over her hips and down her thighs. 

“Spread.” He said the words softly but they were a command. He slipped the fabric into the pocket of his pajamas. Imani did exactly what he said, hesitation and no teasing. His hand slid between her legs, index and middle fingers pressing inside her. Imani groaned softly, dropping her head back as she circled her hips and provided friction.

“Just like that.” Imani murmured with pleasure as he continued. He kissed her thighs gently and nestled himself between her legs on the bed. Withdrawing his fingers, he spread her wetness around, teasing and pleasing her. Then he grasped the back of her thighs, jerked her legs onto his shoulders, and pressed his face between her legs.

Her eyes closed tightly as pleasure ripped through her body. She shuddered and writhed as he licked and sucked around her clit until she was desperate. She gave breathy, frustrated moans. Still, he didn’t give her what she needed. “D-Don’t stop, please.”

He chuckled, the vibrations from his laughter causing her to shiver even more. But instead of relenting, he continued using his tongue to explore every inch of her pussy. Imani was lost in a world of pleasure, her mind unable to focus on anything but the intense sensations coursing through her body.

As he continued to tease her, her hands clenched tightly onto the sheets beneath her. She could feel herself reaching the edge, the build-up of pleasure becoming almost unbearable. But when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he suddenly stopped and pulled away. Imani let out a frustrated groan, aching for release.

He looked up at her with a smirk on his lips. "Not yet," he whispered huskily. “Jameson, please.” “I like how you sound when you beg me.” “Please, baby! I'm not asking again."

Somehow, it worked. Jameson kissed her to her thigh and the first thing he did was suck her clit into his mouth. Imani inhaled sharply, her thighs pressing to his head and her nails digging into his shoulders.

She arched her back, wordlessly wanting more from him.

He was too damn good at this. It had been a year since she’d let him between her legs this way but he still knew what to do. He still flicked his tongue in the way she liked, he still sucked at her folds the way she needed him to, he still used his fingers to fuck her into losing her mind. Her hips surged up as he plunged knuckle deep into her.

“Fuck, baby. I missed this.” Imani moaned out. It was so good that her orgasm snuck up on her. He didn’t stop. His tongue, his fingers, and mouth kept working her over. “I missed you.”

Something about that simple statement was like a cheat code when it came to Jameson. He lifted his head, drawing is hand from her. He licked his fingers clean then wiped the back of his mouth – the action so uncouth that it turned her on a little bit.

Imani lay on the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her body was still buzzing from the intense orgasm he had just given her. Their lips met hungrily, tongues tangling and exploring each other's mouths. She could taste her orgasm on his tongue. Jameson's hand trailed down to cup her breast, squeezing gently.

Imani almost cursed when he began to pull away…until she realized he did it to undress. He pulled the t-shirt over his head, tossing it aside – much like he had done earlier in the day. He pulled his pajama bottoms down, his length springing up once he rolled the fabric down his legs.

One second, they were staring at each other and the next? He hauled Imani's body towards the middle of the bed until she was positioned exactly how he wanted - with her legs spread wide and her pussy on full display. Flexibility was the name of the game and Imani excelled at it. She pressed her hands to the back of her knees, helping him position her body. 

“Don’t you move. Keep that pretty pussy right where I can see it.”

His dick was fully erect. The way it glistened in the candlelight – her mouth providing the right shine to him – made her toes curl in anticipation. "Please, make love to me," Imani whispered, urging him on.

With one hand, he reached down and grasped his dick, parted her folds as he slipped into her. They both groaned with relief, Jameson’s jaw dropping as he reveled in the slick warmth that greeted him. Moans escaped their lips as Jameson found the rhythm for them. The slap of their bodies colliding reverberated through the room like a drumbeat, syncing with their rapid breathing. 

She couldn’t even recognize the song playing, Imani was too busy watching Jameson. She hadn’t seen his face when they were in the shower but now it was all too clear: He really did miss her. His hands grasped her thighs, fingers pressing into her thighs so roughly that she knew he’d leave marks. “Harder, baby, harder.”

Her demand was greeted with sharp thrusts, plunging deeper and harder than he had been before. His left hand lingered against her thigh before moving. When his thumb began to flick at her clit, Imani whined out loud – head tossing and turning against the bed. She was trapped under his body as he played with her any way he wanted.

As they moved together in perfect harmony, heat rose in their bodies and transferred onto the sheets beneath them. The scent of sex filled the air – no candle or music was hiding what they were doing. Even though they were in a different area of the house, Imani was aware that her moans and the sound of their bodies colliding could still be heard. The occasional moments of quiet couldn't mask the faint noises of the bed squeaking or the wet sounds coming from between her legs.

“I love you, Daddy. I love you so much.” “I love you too.” Jameson mumbled. “You look so pretty taking this dick. Look at you.”

Imani lifted her head to peer down between them, gasping at what she saw. His dick was throbbing inside her. As he pulled out, she saw him coated in her creamy release. Imani panted as he shifted his hips and thrust himself back inside her. He did it a few more times, picking up the pace the more she watched. She couldn’t take anymore. Her eyes rolled damn near in the back of her head as her toes curled so hard they cracked.

“F-fuck, I swear I’m not leaving you ever again.” She said with a vehement shake of her head. “Un-uh. Even if you want to, I won’t let you. Tell me again.” “I won’t ever leave you.” she repeated. “Again.” “Jamie, please!”

He picked up the pace every time she promised not to leave him. His fingers had gone from leisurely swiping across her clit to every single digit fanning across. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, thighs trembling as she did her best to keep her legs raised for him. She could feel her orgasm racing up her spine and vocalized it to him.

“Fuck…Baby! Make your pussy cum. Mhm, yeah…” Imani whispered, voice trembling. “Nobody taking my baby from me.” He grunted, seemingly lost in his own world. “It’s like this shit was made for me, Mani. It’s mine.” “It is. Oh my god. Daddy, I love you. Please, don’t stop!” “Shit. I swear to god – nobody fuck me like you do.” “Yes, baby. Like that! Right there!”

His gaze kept straying. From her face to between her legs. He watched her pussy gush, coating him in her enthusiasm. Every time he slid in, more and more of his control slipped. Imani could see it. So she gave him what he needed.

“Y-You mean everything to me, Jamie. I love you so much.” “I love you, baby.” His breathing hitched as he said the words and Imani couldn’t take anymore. She arched her back and came hard over him. They both cried out when she did, his hands pressed to her thighs to keep her legs by her head. Jameson leveraged his weight over her to keep her pinned down.

He kept her still, fucking into her quickly as her orgasm kept her squirming. When he came, it was with a few short but rough jerks of his hips. He finally released her from the pinned hold and lay between he legs, grasping her hips tightly as he spilled into her. “I’m yours forever.” He mumbled against her ear. They both circled their hips, wringing the last bit of pleasure that they could from one another.

The aftermath left them both panting heavily against each other's skin — words escaping them both. It took several moments before either one could find words. They kissed and stroked each other, his hands brushing strands of hair from her sweat soaked face. 

“We’re gonna be okay,” he whispered against her earlobe nibbling softly causing goosebumps along her flesh – his strong arms holding her close. “We’re going to work it out. This is too real. We can’t let it go again.”