Page 21 of I Need It

MYA

He was tall, at least six five, and his good looks had to be like staring in the face of God.

“Ugh!”

I backspaced all of that out of my document. My mind was still fucked up, but I was trying to write my way through it. This was my full-time gig. I couldn’t afford to sit idle. It had been a week since I’d gotten out of the hospital, and I’d been trying to write for the past couple of days. The shit just wasn’t flowing like I wanted it to. Yesterday, I only typed a thousand words, and today, fifteen hundred.

It didn’t help that it seemed I was patterning my main male character after Christian. I hadn’t seen him since he towed my car home, and it was bothering me more than I cared to admit. He only stayed for like an hour or so before he left. We talked by text every day, and he called every other day to hear my voice. However, he hadn’t last night.

I eased out of my chair and went to the kitchen to put on eggs to boil for tuna then sat on the couch. My motivation was dwindling. I knew I needed to get this book done within the next couple of weeks, but my body was tired. I assumed with the medication I was on, it made me sluggish, and after not writing for nearly two weeks, I was falling into the habit of doing nothing quick as hell.

I fiddled with my phone, debating whether I would reach out first to Christian. He hadn’t sent his normal good morning text either. I guess it was safe to say I missed him. He hadn’t called in the past two days. According to the unwritten schedule, he should have called yesterday evening or last night. We always had good conversations. He really reminded me of some of my favorite book baes. He was rough around the edges… I could tell. Some of the shit he said and the way he said it let me know he wasn’t about games.

Once, while we were on the phone, he was somewhere getting something to eat, and he put me on hold, but I heard him tell someone to get the fuck on. I didn’t ask who he was talking to, but whomever it was got the fuck on like he’d told them to. His tone of voice at that moment had me wetter than water. When he came back to our call, he’d switched gears and gone back to the fun-loving guy I was getting to know.

My mind was at war with my situation though. Christian seemed to be a good guy and just wanted to be in a relationship. If I were honest with myself, I wanted that too, but I was afraid of being hurt yet again. I wanted that with Christian. I found our thread and sent him a text message.

Hey, stranger. I hope you’re having a great day.

After hitting send, I turned on the TV and tried to find something I wanted to watch while I waited for my eggs to boil. Before I could find anything, my phone rang. When I saw it was Christian, a smile invaded my face. “Hello?”

“What’s up? You finally thinking about a nigga?”

“Hey. What do you mean?”

“I didn’t want to be the only one taking initiative in our newfound friendship. I wanted to see how long it would take you to reach out to me. Thankfully, you didn’t let me down.”

He chuckled as I rolled my eyes. I still couldn’t wipe the smile off my face though. “Whatever. I value your friendship, big head. When am I gonna get to see you again though?”

“Damn. You wanna see me?”

“Will you stop it?” I chuckled as he did too. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I miss you, nigga.”

He laughed, and I got a mental picture of what that probably looked like. My face heated up like he was standing in front of me. He had a hold on me, and I hadn’t figured out why. Until I got to know him better, I still couldn’t commit to him. I needed to keep my guard up and my options open until I could make sure this wasn’t too good to be true. A week and a couple of days just wasn’t long enough to determine that, especially since I didn’t see him every day.

“Girl, come open the door.”

My heart started beating erratically as I asked, “Huh?”

“Come open the door. I’m at your door.”

“Christian, for real?” I asked as I stood from the couch and ran to the door.

After checking the peephole to see him standing there with the phone to his ear, I dropped my phone to the floor and quickly unlocked the door. The minute it opened, I jumped into him. He chuckled as he caught me, his hands gripping my ass. I quickly released him and wiggled out of his arms, realizing I’d overdone it.

Not only was I hurting, but I had on boy shorts and a T-shirt. He was getting a glimpse of all the ass I had to offer. Glancing up at him, I saw him lick his lips as he scanned my body. “Come in. I’m sorry,” I said as I walked inside and held the door open for him to do so as well.

Once he was inside, I closed and locked it. When I turned to him, he was standing there with his hands in his pockets, watching me. My face was hotter than it was earlier. I was standing in front of him in this tight ass T-shirt, no bra, and some fucking boy shorts. My hair was all over the place. I slid my hand over my face, trying to gather myself.

“I’m excited to see you. I fucking forgot I was half naked. Let me go put clothes on.”

I attempted to walk past him, but he grabbed my hand, pulling me back to him. “You good. Be comfortable in your space. Plus, I like this look.”

“I bet,” I mumbled.

His gaze didn’t waver. He leaned over and kissed my lips, and I couldn’t help but slide my hand to the back of his neck, causing him to hold his position a few seconds longer. When his tongue slid to mine, I could feel the goosebumps invade my skin. This nigga was so damn fine and irresistible. I had a feeling he knew that shit too. A slight moan left me as I pulled away from him.

Clearing my throat, I asked, “Do you want something to drink?”

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