Free Preseason Love by Ahyiana Angel

potentially get awkward since we were not dating exclusively. But I did not care. I was so shaken up that I needed him. I needed to feel safe.
    Kari answered on the first ring. “Hey, babe, what’s up?”
    â€œCan you please come and get me?”
    Kari’s husky tone immediately changed. The bass in his voice became deeper and he was serious. “Are you all right? Where are you?”
    â€œI’m in Queens,” I replied, hesitant as to what his reaction would be. I expected him to be mad.
    â€œDo you know where you are?” Kari asked. “If not, ask someone and text me. I’m on my way.”
    I told Dev that Kari was coming to get me. She was still visibly distraught. She decided to ride with Que to the police station to find out the status on Mel. I wanted to insist that she stay out of the drama and come home with me, but I knew she would have gone with Que anyway. I surveyed my surroundings for a moment, then decided that I would go into one of the bars on the block to get my exact location, text Kari, and call The Clique while I waited.
    Since Kari lived deep in Brooklyn and not too far from where I was, I hadn’t been in the bar fifteen minutes when he called. He was outside. I cut my update short and let The Clique know that I would call them back with more details. The girls could always arrange a conference call quicker than lightning.
    I hurried toward the door of the bar with my coat fastened tight and my gloves on. I couldn’t get out of there quickly enough. I practically ran out of the door to meet Kari. He was standing outside of the car and I fell into his arms. I could tell that he was still extremely confused, but he did not say a word. He just held me tightly.
    Once we were on the way back to my place, I gave him the highlights from the night. He resisted saying that I was silly for even getting myself into that situation, but I knew what he was thinking.
    Kari covered my hand with his hand off and on throughout the entire drive. It seemed like he wanted to reassure me that he was there for me. That felt good. I had been so used to men not being there for me that this was almost a foreign feeling. I texted Dev to make sure that she was okay. She replied that they’d made it to the police station and she was fine and waiting on answers.
    Once we arrived at my apartment, it was super late and since it was a Friday night, or technically Saturday morning, I asked Kari if he wanted to stay over. He gladly agreed and we made our way inside.
    Being a classic overthinker, and despite all of the drama of the night, my mind was racing about how I should handle the situation.
    I’m positive that I want to have sex with him. Do I know for sure that he wants to have sex with me? I know that he is into me, right? Well, if he doesn’t want to have sex tonight, then he is definitely gay.
    Referencing my conversation with Dev, I wondered whether it was better for me to take control or wait for him to make a move. I had to think fast and act fast. I excused myself. I had to tinkle something fierce after all of the alcohol that I’d drunk earlier in the night.
    While I was in the bathroom, I decided to freshen up a bit,which pretty much solidified my decision to put a plan into action. My nerves were playing games with me as I tried to wash up. I kept letting the soap slip out of my hand. I could still taste alcohol and my mouth was extremely dry. I brushed my teeth and tongue to ensure that everything was minty fresh. I sprayed a soft scent in all of the important places and last but not least, cleaned behind my ears. Men always liked to go for that spot so I had to make sure that it was right and ready.
    Kari was already in my room lying across the bed when I came out of the bathroom. His long legs were dangling off of the edge and I thought about how good he looked. His hair was freshly cut with his goatee lined properly. I could already imagine his soft, juicy