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shower. She looked so peaceful to him with
the lathered soap glistening off of her neck and suds slithering
down her body.
    He jumped as he heard banging at the front door.
Perhaps it’s the cab driver again, he thought as he made his way
back to her bedroom and into her closet once again. The banging
continued until he heard her yell that she was coming. He heard her
wet, bare feet smacking against the linoleum floor. With his ear
still pressed against the wall he heard the door lock unlatch and
the door open.
    “Can I come in?” Black asked leaning against the
wall leading from the hall into her apartment.
    Teresa stared in awe. “What are you doing here?”
    “We need to talk.”
    “Talk to Morena… I mean Baby Love. That’s what you
call her right?”
    “Teresa, I’m sorry. Can I come in….please?”
    She stepped to the side and allowed him to come in.
She knew she should have run to put on some clothes yet she
remained wrapped only in a dry towel. After locking the door she
led him to the living room where they both had a seat on the
sofa.
    “Teresa, I’m sorry.”
    “You said that already.”
    “Yeah…I said that already. I didn’t know Morena was
coming. I would have never—”
    “Gotten caught right?”
    “Be fair.”
    “I am being fair. I was fair enough not to kick you
out when you came to see me in the hospital. I was fair enough when
I allowed you to give me a ride home from the hospital. I was fair
enough when you tried that slick nonsense with the flowers,
balloons, and clothes. And don’t say you weren’t trying to be
slick. I even was fair when you called that fake ass Selma Hayek
Baby Love.”
    “I just wanted to do right by you.”
    “Do right by me?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then tell me, Black… why does it feel so wrong?
    Black leaned back against the sofa, closed his eyes,
and placed his hand on his forehead. Teresa turned her back to him
crossing her arms across her chest. Several seconds passed before
Black opened his eyes and broke the silence. “This is not how I
pictured this in my head.”
    With her back still to him and her legs crossed she
rolled her eyes. “Well things in life seldom turn out the way that
you picture them.”
    “It shouldn’t be like this, Teresa. I mean… you
hurt, I hurt, and I….” Black paused. It was hurting him to get the
words out.
    She turned to face him and she felt her mood soften
looking into his face. “You what?”
    “Haven’t even given my friend a hug.”
    Teresa didn’t want to but she smiled. She wanted to
stay angry. It was true they were friends. In fact they’d been
friends before they were lovers and she knew with all the ass
backwards, wrong things he’d done he still loved her and always
would even if they weren’t together. She slid closer to him and
wrapped her arms around his neck. He hugged her back wrapping his
arms around her waist and pulling her close. He inhaled her scent
as he felt her kiss his neck. He pulled back bringing them eye to
eye. They gazed at one another before he went in for a kiss. Their
lips locked instinctively. She ran her hand across the back of his
head. Moans fell from their lips. Her chest heaved seductively as
she felt his strong hands roam across her flesh with familiarity.
His hands glided down her thighs and she slowly slid her legs open
as the towel fell to the floor. His hand began massaging her vagina
which moistened more and more with each touch. Unbeknownst to them,
James crept from the closet and peeked from around the corner to
ogle at the two lovers angrily.
    Running her tongue down his neck Teresa nibbled at
Black’s Adams Apple. Feelings of lust, shame, fear, and guilt all
came flooding at the same time. It was like a head rush; too much
to bear. She withdrew from Black’s grasp with tears streaming from
her face and stood up. Quickly she retrieved the towel from the
floor and re-covered herself.
    “What’s wrong?” Black asked with his testosterone
now at full peak.
    She