Page 86 of Standing In The Sun
Ahvi nodded, resting her worried mind. She knew her son was better than good with her little sister.
Bu strolled in shortly after him, going to Noodle’s security to ask where she was. He laughed when he saw her at the DJ booth. His Noodle had slowly started to come out of her shell and he loved being able to witness it.
Aku did a double take. Stomping back over to their section, she rested her hand on her hip with a displeased look on her face. “Now what about my healing made y’all think I wanted to see my girls all in love?”
Lunar mushed her head. “Aku, stop playing with me.”
Ahvi’s laugh made her chest bounce and Lunar lick his lips.
His low eyes were back on her. “Why I let you leave home dressed like this?”
When Ahvi went shopping with Noodle and Aku, she let them talk her into buying her first ever designer dress. The green Balmain dress fit her like a glove, and hugged her body so good, the slight budge in her stomach disappeared. Since she was new to heels, Aku convinced her to wear platforms for stability.
She looked so good when she got dressed, Lunar almost didn’t let her leave.
And her hair was pulled back into a low bun showing off her baby face. Aku also beat her face and Ahvi had to admit she felt sexy.
Aku gushed. “Lunar, I hope Ahvi is the one because you look so happy with her,” she wiped a fake tear putting the spotlight on Ahvi.
He looked down at Ahvi. “Are you the one, Ahvi?”
Her name on his lips would never get old to her.
“I want to be,” she mouthed and he heard her loud and clear.
“Man do we have a special treat for y’all tonight,” the DJ announced, pulling everyone’s attention to him.
He passed the mic to Noodle, who smiled like she had something up her sleeve. The whole time she was up there, she was talking to the DJ and texting Pimp. “As y’all know, we have Nar in the building tonight. Make some noise for him.”
Lunar smiled that panty wetting smile and threw his hand up to everyone while his eyes shot daggers into Noodle.
“He’s dropping a new single and y’all gonna hear it first. Come up here,” Noodle called out with that familiar grin, waving him toward the stage.
Lunar didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Ahvi’s hand, like it was the most natural thing in the world - like they’d always been a unit, but she didn’t move.
Instead, she pulled back.
Ahvi’s fingers slipped from his and that tiny hesitation made him stop. His eyes locked on hers - sharp, unmoving, and full of words he still hadn’t said out loud. But that stare of his…never needed much translation. It pierced through her like always, setting off something stubborn in her chest. That stare always asked for surrender, but not out of weakness— out of trust, and trust was a damn muscle she didn’t know how to work.
Ahvi’s body flinched again, just as Aku’s hand pressed gently into the small of her back – a gentle nudge.
Not forceful, or loud just belief—Aku’s belief in love would never waiver even if she hadn’t been granted it yet. That was the difference between them. Ahvi figured out where she fit into their trio. She was the afraid one - the one they’d have to encourage the most to let love lead.
Ahvi swallowed, her pulse ticking in her throat. She wasn’t scared of the crowd or the lights or being seen. She was scared of being seen with Lunar because in rooms like this, she was the nobody and Lunar was…all of it.
The whole club seemed to orbit around him without effort.
They were stars and she was still figuring out how to glow without burning herself out. But somehow, he kept pulling her into his gravity, like he saw the sun in her she hadn’t noticed yet.
To him, Ahvi was the biggest star—she washissun.
Lunar turned to her fully, his hands cupping her face with a warmth that quieted the noise around them. His thumbs brushed her cheeks like they belonged there, likeshebelonged there.
“Come on, Ahvi,” he whispered, low enough to slice through her chest. “I want to show you off to the world.”
Her lips parted to speak, but no words came out. Just breath—shaky, caught, unsure, and then his mouth was on hers.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t for show. It was just…him. His mouth pressed against hers. His tongue dipped into her like a promise, like an anchor, like something holy in a room full of smoke and sound.
