Page 31 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

His lips found my neck and within seconds I was forced against the sink. “A mutual agreement, huh?” another peck behind my ear.

“Yep.”

In one swift motion he’d turned me around and put me up on the edge of the sink stepping between my legs.

We kissed for what felt like a brief forever before he picked me up and carried me off to my bedroom. He was sure to stop at Adorie’s door to look in on her before we continued to my bedroom.

He placed me on the floor in front of my bed, before stepping back. “You still seeing that nigga?”

“You still getting head in cars?”

He continued to pull his shirt off his body. “You just gon’ keep playing with fire ‘til you got somebody blood on your hands.”

“How? Unlike this thing where you pop up, fuck me, and go about your business, he actually takes me out. And before you ask, I’m not fucking him.”

“You want dates, Peach?” he asked while continuing to come out of his clothes.

Stupidly I nodded. “Look, I know we are?—”

“I ain’t just fucking and ducking you, Peach. I be busy.”

“Sure, so busy that when I wake up in the morning you be gone.” I immediately regretted the words as they escaped my lips.Scorned and all.

Before I knew it he was in my face, looking at me with an expression that I couldn’t read. One that I knew for sure was the opposite of my emotion-filled confession.

“Maybe we need to cool off. I’m not equipped for this. ” I don’t know what I was saying, but I felt like I needed to say it. I felt like I needed to run while I was ahead instead of getting my ass caught up in the mix with an emotionally unavailable man like him.

“You want me to leave?” His question hit me likesomebody was stoning me. Mouth dry as hell and emotions at an all-time high.

“No, but I think it’s best if you did.”

He nodded, and before I knew it he was retracing his steps. Redressing to leave at night instead of in the morning while I slept.

He was gone less than twenty minutes later and I was left wondering if I made the right decision, because technically my feelings were my problem.Not his.

After he was gone I lay in my bed questioning myself wondering if I had done right in sending him home, but I had to right? It was necessary. That is what I told myself up until my phone started ringing.

When I glanced down to see who it was, of course it wasn’t him. It was Aylo, requesting to FaceTime like always.

“Yesss..” I sang into the phone.

“See, I knew you could hit them high notes, but you be playing.” He was lying against deep blue sheets with a DIOR printed du-rag on his head.

“I cannot. I was ju?—”

“Naw naw don’t try to downplay it now. You can blow, Mama.”

I laughed at his silly ass. “Yeah whatever, I’ma let you keep thinking that. Why are you in so early? Usually you’re out running the streets.”

He chuckled. “Damn that’s cold. A brother can’t just be tired?”

“So, you’re tired?”

“As hell.” He shook his head. “Plus I wanted to talk to you. Niggas know for a fact if they don’t call you at a certain time you won’t answer the line. Be knocked the fuck out.”

I laughed, because though he was right mostly I also didn’t answer the phone because some of the time he did call my ass was laid up next to Cartrek and I wasn’t dumb enough to answer the damn phone no matter how unserious things with heand I were.

Jovie

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