Chapter 6
Blyss Monroe
Ipaid good money for that truth pill, so you better believe I was gonna use it to my advantage. I wanted to hear all the things Kase wasn’t man enough to say out loud, raw, unfiltered, straight from the source. Even though he was a private person, real guarded and hard to read, he still had a way of showing how he felt when it came to the truth; it was written all over his face, even when his mouth stayed shut. So, I invited him out for a little fun, played it cool, then slid the night right back to his place. We put on a movie, but let’s be real, I wasn’t there for no damn film. I was there to watchhim, every reaction, every word. The truth was coming, and I was ready. I was munchin’ on some popcorn when his hand dipped straight into my bowl like he paid for it.
“Hey! You better stop,” I snorted, nudging him with my elbow.
“You sound cute when you do that,” he said, smirking as he stole another handful.
“Really?” I tilted my head, eyeing him. “What other things you think I do that’s cute?”
He leaned back, eyes dragging over me slow like he was making a list. “That little eye roll you do when you tryna actunbothered. The way you talk with your hands like you fightin’ the air. And how your voice gets all soft when you want something but don’t wanna ask.”
“Damn… you be paying attention?”
He smirked wider, licking salt off his fingers. “Baby, I been watching you. You just late to the party.”
“Oh… so you been watching?” I asked, arching a brow, trying to sound unfazed, but my voice came out lighter than I meant.
Kase chuckled, low and smooth, eyes still locked on mine. “Yeah, I been watching. You think I let justanybodyin my space?”
I gave him a look. “You let people in your space to fuck.”
He smirked. “Yeah… but not tochill. Not to eat popcorn, watch movies, and talk 'bout feelings. That’s different.Youdifferent.”
That made me pause, just for a second.
“And what makes me so different?”
He leaned in, close enough that I could feel the heat off his skin. “'Cause you got me doing shit I don’t even do. Watching movies. Sharing snacks. Holding back when I really wanna… never mind.”
“Wanna what?”
He smiled slow, eyes dropping to my lips. “You know damn well.”
“Tell me,” I whispered, breath catching.
He stared at me for a second, jaw tight like he was fighting himself. Then he exhaled, low and sharp.
“You be smellin’ so damn good sometimes, I just… I wanna taste you.”
My stomach flipped. “Ugh… taste my lips.”
“Nah,” he said, voice raspier now. “Allof ‘em. The ones on your face… and the ones between your legs.”
He dragged a hand down his face. “Fuck. I’m being too truthful, I know I am. I just… I can’t help it. Shit, I don’t even know what’s wrong with me right now.”
I didn’t say a word. Just watched him fall apart, one unfiltered truth at a time. I touched the side of his cheek, real soft, like I was testing the temperature before diving in. And then I went for it, a kiss. It wasn’t my first time kissing nobody, but the wayhedid it? Whew. That kiss wasnasty. Not messy, not sloppy, just deep, slow, and full of intention. Like he knew exactly how to kiss a woman into a memory, his tongue moved like he owned the moment, like he’d been waiting to taste me foryears. One hand slid to my waist, the other to the back of my neck, and just like that, I forgot all about the damn movie. Forgot about the truth pill. Forgot everything excepthim. Because Kase didn’t kiss like a man testing the waters, he kissed like a man tryna drown you in 'em.
Next thing I knew, I was pulling my long skirt up, opening my legs without thinking, like my body already made the decision, my mind was still tryna catch up. My breathing hitched, chest rising fast. I could feel myself squirming beneath him, nerves dancing through every inch of me.
I was a virgin. I didn’t know much about sex, just what I’d read in books or seen on late-night TV. But this? This felt different. Real. Like something sacred was about to happen, and I didn’t know if I was ready, but Iwantedto be. Kase hovered above me, eyes locked on mine. He was breathing hard, too, lips parted like he was about to confess something heavy.
“I ain’t even gon’ front with you,” he murmured, voice low and shaking. “I told myself I wasn’t gonna touch you like this… not tonight. Not like this.”
“Then don’t,” I whispered, but my fingers were still gripping his arms like I needed him close.
He swallowed hard, eyes flicking down, then back up. “But you feel too damn good. And the way you look at me? Shit, I ain’t never had nobody look at me like that.”
