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The hotel suite was loud with chaos—flat irons snapping shut, the scent of edge control thick in the air, Mama fussin' about shoes, Angie scrolling through the schedule like somebody's life depended on it.
Michelle was humming under her breath while getting her hair curled, and Kelly kept asking if we were running late, even though the answer was clearly yes.
But none of that mattered. Not right now.
I just needed five minutes.
So I slipped out when nobody was looking. Quiet, smooth, like I was going to the vending machine or something. Even though I was going nowhere near it.
Her room was just down the hall. I'd been staring at that gold number on her door all morning, counting down 'til I had a reason to knock.
I barely tapped twice.
Didn't even finish pulling my hand back before the door opened.
Y/n stood there with one sleeve of her button up rolled, the other hanging loose. Her suit pants sat low on her hips, shirt barely tucked and belt unbuckled, as her chain caught the light just right. She had that focused look on her face, like she was deep in thought, but it melted the second her eyes landed on me.
Her chest rose steady under the fabric, her body built like a secret you couldn't help but wanna keep.
And maybe it was just me, but the way her pants hung—just a little slouched, undone at the waist—made my mouth go dry. Not 'cause of the fit. But 'cause I knew what was underneath.
Her lips parted, slow, and then that signature grin crept in. "Damn, ma..." Her voice dropped real low. "You look good."
I grinned, cheeks already warm. "You think so?"
"Think so? Girl, come here."
There was no hesitation. I stepped into her room and let the door click shut behind me before walking right into her arms. I wrapped mine around her torso, pressing my body to hers like it hadn't been weeks since we touched. She was warm. Solid. Smelled like cologne and weed and that shea butter I gave her last month.
"I missed you." I whispered.
Her hand slid down my back, pulling me in like I belonged there.
"Missed you too, B." She murmured into my hair. "Been too long. Phone calls don't hit the same."
I nodded, burying my face in her shirt, hoping my makeup wasn't transferring. "I hate being apart so much."
"I know. But you out here chasin' dreams—and me too. That's what makes this shit special though, right?" She pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. "We meet up on nights like this."
