"Mmmmmm, thank you, baby," I whispered. "Thank you for making me feel so incredibly special." He laughed and kissed the top of my head.
"Y'all gonna feel special a lot this year, babygirl," he said.
He took my hand and led me over to his bed, shouting at the brothas still standing in the doorway. "Y'all niggaz get th' fuck outta here," he yelled. They retreated closing the door behind them and Derrick and I slid under the covers of his bed, spooning together. We snuggled and he wrapped his arms around me, kissing the side of my face. It felt warm and safe wrapped in Derrick's arms and I thought to myself that no matter who saw us, sex with Derrick was still beautiful and glorious and sexy and I loved it more than anything else in the world. Beneath the floor, I could feel the rumble of the music and the shout of voices as the party continued. The world was oblivious to the blissful closeness of our bodies, but I could feel Derrick close to me and I slowly drifted off to sleep.