Chapter 46 Yale #2
Amethyst licked his lips and then nodded.
“I’m used to sitting under you when we are together.
I’ve been doing that shit for years. Well, I didn’t realize how bad it was until you were gone.
When you were here, and I couldn’t sleep, I’d call you and listen to you snore or come get you.
You’d give me hell for coming, but shit, I only got good sleep when I was lying under you. ”
“First off, I don’t snore,” I corrected him, and he smirked. “And second, when is the last time you’ve slept for more than a few hours?” Amethyst’s insomnia was so bad at times that he wouldn’t sleep for days. If he slept for more than four hours at a time, we counted it as a win.
“I don’t know,” he answered, then yawned. “I take what I can get when I can get it at this point.”
I got up from the floor and stared down at him.
He looked so damn tired. His eyes were puffy, and his hair was pulled into a messy ponytail on the top of his head.
“Get up, Amethyst,” I sighed. He shook his head, and I pulled my hand back and put them on my hips.
“Amethyst Stone, if you don’t get your ass up.
I am tired and don’t feel like arguing with you right now. I’m going to take a nap and--”
“I’ll be quiet down here,” he said.
“No, you won’t,” I sighed. “Now get up.”
“Sunshine.”
“Amethyst, please get up.” I put my hand out for him to take, and he stared at it. “You are going to get into that bed with me and take a damn nap, or I’m going to call your daddy and tell him you aren’t listening again.” Reluctantly, he got up, and we got into bed.
“You gonna stop using my daddy against me,” he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my lap. “I’m a grown ass man.”
“You got your ass in this bed though, didn’t you?” I laughed as I ran my hand over his hair. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”
“I just need a few minutes, Sunshine,” he mumbled. His voice was already heavy with sleep after a few minutes, and I knew he was fighting a losing battle. “When I get up, I’ll make you dinner, and we can watch a movie.”
“Just go to sleep,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re worried about things that aren’t even a concern right now.”
“I’m always thinking of ways to take care of you, Sunshine,” he mumbled. “It’s all I ever wanted to do. Take care of you, love you, be with you.”
I don’t know how much time passed, but the sound of Amethyst snoring filled the room while I worked on my iPad.
“Come on,” I said, knowing that Amethyst wouldn’t wake up, but I was still mindful of him sleeping.
Spelman came into the room. When she saw Amethyst, she smiled and shook her head.
Spelman was the only person who never gave me shit about my relationship with Amethyst. She always said she couldn’t because she didn’t know what it was like to love a man the way I loved Amethyst. She let me vent, yell, and cry over the shit he did, but she never spoke about it.
“Thank you for that,” she said, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe. “They were nice.”
“They’re gone already?” I asked, surprised. I looked at the time and realized it had been nearly six hours. “Damn, I didn’t realize we’d been up here this long.”
“Is he okay?” She nodded at Amethyst.
“Needed to sleep.” I set my iPad on the bed and leaned back against the headboard. “He has bad insomnia.” My hands went to his hair, and I twirled pieces of his curls.
“I know, he told me,” she said, smiling.
“When?”
“One of the times I came here to work a deal for Pyrite,” she answered, and I nodded. “We sat down and had a conversation about you and him.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“Nope,” she said, shaking her head. “What Amethyst and I discussed was for us and us only. If you needed to know, I would’ve told you.”
“Okay,” I laughed. “Are you about to go to bed?”
“Not yet, I’m going to shower and work for a little. Berkeley is cooking,” she said, looking over her shoulder towards the steps that lead to the kitchen.
“Is she okay?”
“I’m not sure.” She turned around. We all had our own ways of dealing with things, and for Berkeley, she cooked. When she went into the kitchen and stepped behind the stove, we knew that she was trying to figure something out. “I have a meeting tomorrow with Vine Carter and KO.”
“You signing them both?”
“Lord willing,” she said, nodding. She pushed off the door frame and grabbed the handle. “Good night. Love you.”
“Love you more,” I said, then she closed the door.
I wasn’t hungry, but I knew I needed to eat, and I wanted to put eyes on Berkeley. I slowly unwrapped Amethyst’s arms from my waist and slid out of bed and snuck out of the room.
“I figured you’d be down here eventually,” Berkeley said when I walked into the kitchen.
“You and Amethyst plates are in the warmer. Give me a second, I’ll be right back.
” She grabbed the tray from the counter and walked to the sliding glass door that led to the backyard.
Even though Berkeley loved fish, she hated the smell of grease, so she used the deep fryer outside.
I watched as she put the fish in the grease and came back into the house.
“You only cook this late when you’re overthinking something,” I said as I leaned back in my seat. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” she denied, shaking her head. I knew she was lying because she wouldn’t look at me.
“Berkeley,” I called her name softly and waited until she looked at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She gave me a sad smile. “I just have something on my mind, and I have to work through it, that’s all.” She set the empty tray in the sink and started cleaning it. “When I get my thoughts together, I’ll find you.”
“You sure?” I asked, and she nodded.
“Yeah, now take that food and go eat.”
I didn’t move right away. Something was telling me that Berkeley needed to talk, but I wouldn’t push her if she wasn’t ready. She didn’t rush me when I was trying to figure things out, so I had to give her the same respect.
“I’m here if you want to talk,” I said as I stood.
I approached her, kissed her cheek, then stepped back.
Berkeley nodded as she continued washing the dishes in the sink.
I grabbed our plates from the warmer and went back upstairs.
Clarke was coming out of her room just as I made it to the top of the stairs. “You going downstairs?”
“Yeah, Berkeley is cooking, so you know that means she’s thinking too hard about something,” she answered. “I’m going to sit with her until she’s done.”
“Spelman mentioned it, so I went to check on her,” I replied, and she nodded. “Come get me if she wants to talk.”
I walked into the bedroom to see Amethyst sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down.
“Berkeley cooked,” I said, closing the door behind me. He lifted his head, and when he saw the plates, he got up and approached me, his hands out to take them. “I got it.”
“Sunshine,” he sighed and shook his head. His voice was deeper than normal because he’d just woken up, and I had to squeeze my legs together. My pussy started to pulsate, and I bit into my bottom lip to keep from telling him I needed him. “Give me the plates.”
“Nope,” I said, moving out of his way so he couldn’t take the plates.“Let’s go on the balcony and eat. I don’t want the room to smell like fish all night.”
“Alright.” He stepped around me to open the door. “I’m going to run downstairs to grab something to drink. Give me a minute.”
“Okay.” I walked onto the balcony, set the plates on the table, and then went inside to use the bathroom. After I finished, I walked out to see Amethyst sitting at the table waiting. He looked up at me and smiled, and my heart slammed against my chest. “You know you never answered my questions?”
Amethyst stood, pulled my chair out, then helped me into my seat. “What question was that?” he asked after he reclaimed his seat.
“Why were you on the floor in the room?” I blew on my fish before taking a bite, and I loved the flavor. It had just the right amount of spice and was crispy and still hot thanks to being put in the warmer. “You told me not to laugh at you, which I agreed to, but you never gave me the real answer.”
“How do you know it wasn’t the real answer?” he chuckled as he ate. I had to look away when his lips wrapped around his fork. He was sexy without trying, and since we’d crossed that line all those months ago, I wondered how I’d successfully kept him in the friend zone for so long.
“Because I know you.” I pointed my fork at him, and he smiled again. “Now spill it.”
Instead of answering me, he focused on his food.
The shy part of Amethyst always pulled at my heartstrings.
Usually, he was so sure of himself and, at times, overly cocky, which annoyed the shit out of me.
But seeing him now, this way made me smile.
Not because I felt like I had the upper hand, but because I loved the fact that he trusted me enough to show his vulnerability and knew I wouldn’t throw it in his face later.
“I missed you,” he said, then looked up at me.
He gave me a shy smile, shook his head, then sat back in his seat with his hands in his lap.
“I never came home after I sent you away because I knew I would be reminded of you at every turn. When I walked through the front door the other day, the first thing I did was breathe. I took a deep breath and let your smell fill my lungs, and that shit calmed me down. Well, partially. My dick has been hard since then, too.” He smirked when I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes.
“Nah, I mean yeah, it has been, but nah, that wasn’t the only thing that was on my mind.
I walked around the house, and the stronger your scent was, the more I relaxed.
When I got to the room, I was set. I didn’t want to lay in the bed without you, so for the last few nights, once you’re asleep, I come in here, settle on the floor, and get a few hours of sleep.
” He shrugged. “I make sure I’m gone before you wake up, though.
I don’t want you to think I’m a creep nigga. ”
“You are a creep,” I laughed, shaking my head. “But I’ve known that since I met you.”
“You act like you’ve caught my ass sniffing your panties or something.” He sat forward, resting his elbows on the table, then licked his lips.
“Amethyst, you sniff my panties?” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“How the fuck I’ma sniff something you don’t wear, Sunshine?” he laughed and shook his head. “You buy ten pairs yearly, and I know that’s probably a stretch.”
“I buy twelve,” I replied, and he shrugged. “And how do you know that?”
“I pay attention to what’s important.” He picked up a piece of fish and bit into it. “And for the record, you bought thirteen last year because you thought you were trippin’ and couldn’t find a pair.”
“I wasn’t trippin,” I said, shaking my head. “I know I lost a pair.” There was no reason to deny how many I bought, because he obviously knew. I hated wearing panties and only wore them if I was on my period or if I wore a pair of jeans because I hated how denim felt.
“No, you didn’t,” he replied. “I took them.”
“Why?”
“To sniff them,” he answered, then went back to eating.
I laughed so hard that my nose started to run and tears filled my eyes.