Page 103 of Save Room for Us

I giggled at his last line.

When he got to the red light, I leaned over, cupping his face and kissing his lips.

“Just had to make sure you were walking the same stuff you talk,” I said, kissing him once more before going back to my seat.

“Always. I’ve had a luxury not afforded to a lot of niggas, and that’s realizing I need you and don’t wanna lose you from day one. Most muthafuckas don’t realize that shit untilafterthey’ve lost. I don’t need you to be gone to realize what a nigga got.” His hand caressed my thigh now that his drink can was back in the cupholder.

I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I said, “I don’t wanna lose you either.”

“Guess that mean you ain’t about to run.”

“When do I ever run?” I lifted my leg a little, and his eyes darted over.

“I’m trying to be out with you right now, love. Don’t make me pull over.” His tongue ran across his bottom lip, and I knew Asif well enough now to know when he was turned on.

“Okay, I’ll stop. But if you wanna pull over, I’m with that too.” I laughed when he cleared his throat, obviously trying to combat his lustful thoughts.

He let the windows down as we continued to ride, and as we drove deeper down Crenshaw, I saw more and more cars, some similar to and just as expensive as Asif’s, flying up and down the streets. Niggas were hanging out of the windows, blasting music, and trying to get with some of the ladies driving their own vehicles or walking up and down the street.

Every nigga out here, though, shouted out to Asif, some holding up traffic just to run up and slap hands with him. It amazed me how loved he was, no matter how much I saw it. You could tell they admired and looked up to him, even niggas who were clearly older than he was.

He introduced me to every person, telling them I was his girlfriend, and they were sure to keep the compliments respectful.

For the next forty or so minutes, we drove up and down Crenshaw, watching all the shenanigans that went on, and I had never been so entertained by simple street shit.

People were racing, doing donuts in the middle of the street and everything. We ended up taking a break in the parking lot of an Albertsons on 39th, where a plethora of fly ass cars—some old school, some new, but all expensive—were playing music loudly from their cars. The lot was full of men and woman just kicking it, but like always, they reacted to Asif as if he was king when we stepped out of his car.

“What you doing bringing something that pretty to the hood, nigga?” one man asked as Asif leaned against the vehicle, pulling me in front of his tall frame. I rested my head against his chest, surprised at how safe I felt simply because he was here with me.

“Had to. This wifey.” Asif tightened his grip. “Don’t look too hard, nigga, or you won’t be able to see shit else from here on out.”

The man laughed, slapping hands with Asif, but I didn’t hear a joke in my man’s tone. Taking his chain off, Asif put it over myneck, and I admired the gleaming diamonds as it rested against me.

“This is heavy as hell,” I said, still in awe at how beautiful it was.

“It is. I ain’t never let nobody wear my shit until now.” He spoke against my ear, and it was crazy how just his voice got me hot. “Keep it on all night, even when you ain’t got on shit else.”

Feeling my clit start to pulsate a little, I turned to whisper, “Yes, daddy.”

Smiling, he kissed me. “I never liked that nickname until right fucking now.”

I chuckled as he pecked me again.

“Oh my gosh, Perry!” A girl screeched dramatically, running up to one of the four men standing over here by Asif and me.

She shot me a quick look as she rubbed up and down Perry’s shoulder.

“What’s good?” He was slightly caught off guard it seemed, as he moved from her touch, wrapping his arm around the thick dark-skinned chick he was clearly trying to be with for the night.

“Oh, what’s up, Asif?” She turned to face us, speaking to him but sizing me up. I knew from the moment she shot me a look it was over Asif. “You cute.” She sucked her teeth, eyes still roaming, lingering on my jewelry.

Asif ignored her, engaging in conversation about cars with one of the guys standing nearby, whilst keeping me close.

“Thanks,” I said.

“My cousin used to be standing there not too long ago.” She lifted her brows.

“I ain’t never seen this nigga hugged up on Milan,” one guy chimed in, making old girl roll her eyes.

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