The ride to Khari's house was silent. The kiss we'd shared hours ago felt like it only happened minutes ago. It was possibly the best kiss I had ever had. He was very skilled in that department. I bit my lip just thinking about it. Did I truly have feelings for Khari?

"Turn here." He commanded.

I glanced at him briefly before obeying his command. I killed the engine, looking at Khari. "Where are we?" I asked as I took in the beautiful view. We'd driven to a cliff where we could see the whole district. I had lived here all of my life and have never heard of the place.

"I found it one night when I couldn't sleep." He mumbled.

I looked at him as he kept his eyes straight ahead. "You live close?" He nodded, making me sigh in relief.

"Why'd you bring me here?" I asked quietly.

He shrugged a little. "Thought we could talk."

Wrapping my coat around me securely, I returned my attention back to the view ahead. "Talk about what?" I glanced back in his direction as he bit on his lips. He seemed nervous or rather uncomfortable. I knew talking was out of his comfort zone.

"Idk. Ask me anything."

I looked at him weirdly. He brought me on a cliff, which was gorgeous by the way, to get to know one another? Didn't seem..Kharilike. He had a hard exterior. Maybe our moment on the balcony opened his eyes a bit. Whatever it was, I was intrigued to know a little more about him.

"Okkkk." I dragged, tapping my index finger on my chin. "What's your favorite color?"

He smacked his lips at my very basic question, but answered anyway. He licked his lips. "Red. I'm sure yours is green?"

Taken aback, I pierced my eyes into his wondering how he'd guessed correctly. "How did you—"

"Your room is green, the ring on your left hand has an emerald stone inside of it and your car is green. Hell, you love those olive green pants. I love them too." He winked. I smiled at his good observing skills. Someone had noticed. Someone was paying attention to me. This was foreign.

Biting my lip, I nodded my head. "You're right. But, I also love hazel." I said, pausing as I took a look into his eyes. "Khari hazel." I mumbled.

Dipping his hands into his pants pocket, he seemed to be taking it all in. It was like he was putting everything into his memory. "What's your major?" He asked.

"I'm a Political Science major with a minor in Psychology. I plan to go to law school and become a Civil Rights Attorney. Or maybe a criminal defense attorney." I explained.

"That's dope. I like that. But, why the minor in Psychology?" He inquired.

I shrugged my shoulders lightly. "I just think it'll help me understand people. I'm going to be working with so many different people and I don't like things over my head. I don't want to just understand them, but I also want to help them." He nodded, listening intently. "So, what about you mystery man?" I asked smirking. "Architecture right?"

"Dual majoring in Architecture and Political Science." He corrected.

I lifted my brow up at him. "Are you serious? The two don't even correlate."

"Your point?" He looked at me with a blank face. "I couldn't choose so why not do both?"

I raised my hands up in defense. "Ok ok. Why Political Science?"

Clearing his throat, he looked back at the view ahead. "I don't know to be honest. It felt right."

"Is there anything that interest you in that field?" I questioned.

He shook his head. "I just feel like it'll be good to have one day."

Silence fell amongst us. It was comfortable, though. We'd exchange a few glances here and there. However, we took in the view mostly. "Can I ask you something?" He blurted out.

I nodded my head. "Sure."

"Did you go downhill when your dad was killed?" He looked at me with his boyish eyes. I turned my head, taking in the view again. I hadn't spoken much about my father since he was killed. I kind of tucked away my feelings and said I was alright. I truly did heal, but not completely. I don't think a person can ever heal from those things.

"Downhill? I wouldn't say that. It was hard, no lie." I chuckled a little. "I was a 100 percent daddy's girl. All of us were. Me, Makayla and Maya. We adored him so much because he understood us. He was patient, kind.. He was our escape." Playing with my hands, I started to fight the tears that were pleading to fall. "Our mother was the head of the household, believe it or not." I chuckled again. "That woman is so headstrong. Daddy was the one who kept things together."

I could feel Khari's hands on my thigh. He rubbed them gently, however, he was distracting me. It was the second time tonight that he had my body alert. Lord knows I didn't want to lose my virginity in a car. But, common sense was nowhere to be found around this man.

"I got off track for some months, but my mother quickly straightened that out." I looked back over at him. "She's the reason why my relationship with God is so strong. Time doesn't heal. God does." I shrugged a little.

"I see." He responded quietly.

"When did you know?" I said, looking into his eyes.

"Know what?"

Clearing my throat, I pushed my hair behind my ears. "Your feelings..about me."

"When you bumped into me at the wing place." His lips formed a smirk causing me to smack my lips.

I shook my head. "No. No. You bumped into me and plus, you were so rude oh my God." I chuckled, remembering the incident clear as day.

"Yeah cause I didn't know how to get your attention." He said honestly. "I was so used to being rude to people that I didn't understand true communication. I think you've changed that too."

"What about Karmen?" I finally got the courage up to ask. I knew Karmen liked him and I was pretty sure that he felt the same way. At least that's what I thought.

His lips contorted in confusion. "What about her? We just fuck. A quick nut, that's it."

I grimaced at his choice of words. "Sheesh, Khari. She's human too, ya know."

"She came up with the idea." He shrugged.

Karmen only wanted to have sex with Khari? I was shocked to say the least. I thought she genuinely liked him, but now I see that she was only interested in what was in his pants.

"You jealous?" I could hear the smirk on his face.

I quickly shook my head no. "I don't think so. She's just a quick nut as you say. Nothing to be jealous of."

He shifted a little in his seat. "Don't worry baybeh.. It belongs to you whenever you're ready. All yours." I looked over at him seeing that he had a serious expression on his face. I bit my lip, looking away. I didn't have a comeback for that one. Why? Because he put my mind in a dirty place. A dirty virgin.

"What's your stance on social injustice, oppression and gay rights?" I cleared my throat, changing the subject. I expected to hear a choking sound or something of that nature, but I didn't.

"Well, I'm pro-black so that answers your first two. I'm for my people. And since I know what it's like to be struggling with rights in America, I'm pro-gay marriage or rights. I support it because I feel as blacks, we should know how it feels. If you're not for gay marriage and you're black, you're a hypocrite. You don't have to believe in homosexuality, however, as people, as humans, it's the right thing to do."

I marveled at his calculated answer. It was politically correct in every facet. I was impressed to say the least. "Wow." That's the only thing that my mouth would utter. I wasn't even shocked. A sista was just blown away. "Your masculinity isn't fragile, I see."

He laughed, causing my heart to smile.

"No. It's not." He reached up, moving the lone piece of hair out of my face. He smiled warmly at me. "I'm all man." He added. In an instant, he leaned over crashing his lips onto mine just like he did hours ago. I whimpered softly because they felt so magical. I don't know what came over me, but I got into his lap, straddling him.

Duane's kisses didn't feel like this. I felt like bad gyal Rihanna when I kissed Khari. I wanted to do naughty things. He put butterflies in my stomach. He made my heart jump. He had my body doing things I hadn't experienced, yet we'd only shared two kisses.

"Lia." He groaned. I could feel him below, he was ready. But he knew I wasn't. Yet, I ignored his plea. "You gonna start sum you can't finish baybeh.." He mumbled as I kissed his neck softly.

"Why can't I control myself when I'm around you? Why do you do this to me?" I asked as I continued.

"Love make you do some things.." He responded.

I pulled away from him, moving my hair out of my face. "Maybe this is lust."

He shook his head. "If this was lust, ion think I would wanna make love to you."

I sighed, pecking his lips again. He was right. I was fighting these feelings, these strong feelings. Khari was in right now. Duane was out. And I wasn't sure if I wanted Duane to be in again. I needed something new and fresh. Khari, a refined bad boy from New Orleans, gave me that. And more.

He snapped me out my thoughts when I noticed him letting his seat all the way back. I looked at him, confused as to what he was doing. "I don't care how long it takes for you to be ready. I'll wait. But, that doesn't mean I won't please you."

A refined bad boy from New Orleans who was very experienced. He carefully took off my pants and underwear, never taking his eyes off of me. What shocked me was that I wasn't protesting. It was like I wanted it. I did want it. There was no doubt it my mind like it had been with Duane. It validated everything.

He did just like he said. I sat on his face and he took me to a place I call, ecstasy. As my moans filled the car and I moaned out his name in pure pleasure, I knew that love was timeless. He had quickly snatched my heart while placing his into my hands. Fearful wasn't the word. I was downright terrified. I had fell and fell hard. Harder than I ever have before.