Page 80 of River & Crown
"I've waited six months to hear you say that. The night I asked you to be my girl, I was in love with you then. I wanted to tell you but knew your ass would probably run on some scared shit."
"And would." I giggled.
"When I said it on our anniversary, I wasn't looking for you to say it back. I was cool waiting years for you to tell me if that's what it took. Hearing you say it now and letting me capture the moment was beautiful as fuck. But you know we gotta run this back, right? I hope you remember that speech 'bout a nigga being rare and shit. It was heartfelt as fuck. I think I let a few tears slip. Make sure when we do it again, you get all choked up and emotional. That way, I can play off your emotions and drop a few more tears."
"Nigga, what?" Rearing my head back, I looked at Crown through squinted lids. "Why would I say all of that again?"
"Your glasses, Four. You don't have 'em cause you lost 'em in the crash. I've always pictured this moment with your hair curly and your blind ass staring at me through them sexy ass bifocals."
I didn't even have to question if Crown was being serious. The way that nigga was smirking and licking lips told me he was. I shook my head and hopped out the car. Moving too fast, my ankle buckled, and my ass went falling. Crown jumped out and rounded the car fast as fuck.
"That's what your blind ass gets for being a hater."
"Crown, get off me," I fussed, pushing away from him after he helped me up.
"Nah, don't be mad at me. You were trying to be slick by having Ma order your contacts."
"You didn't!" I snapped.
A few days after I left the hospital, I had my mom order my contacts. I was funny about ordering frames online. I wanted to see how they looked on me before I purchased them. Since I wasn't in the mood to go through that hassle, I figured contacts were the way to go, but they never came.
"I did." He shrugged, going to the trunk of his car.
"How did you even know?"
"I got an alert to my phone."
"About my contacts order?" I stupidly asked.
"Yeah, Four. And before you ask how, know I have friends in different places. Any time your ass searches the wordcontactsmy phone goes off.
"Crown," I grunted, unable to say much else because honestly, I wasn't surprised.
"If you want to wear contacts break up with me, 'cause that shit's not happening while we're together."
"As if you'll let me break up with you," I smacked, walking toward the trunk because this man was taking forever to grab whatever he was looking for.
"I'm glad you've been listening. You're Mrs. Gravehart even when you're not. Now, which one do you want?"
This nigga had the nerve to point toward a box of glasses that all resembled the pair I lost in the crash and a fucking cane.
"Come on, Four. Chosyn's waiting on us."
"Nigga, did you get me a fucking cane?" I blurted instead of choosing.
"I know how hardheaded your ass can be. I'll give you the glasses, but because you're upset about the contacts, you won't take 'em. Then I'ma to hoover over you to stop you from falling over shit you can't see."
"Crown, I'm not blind. I don't need that cane."
"You fell getting out of the car, right?"
"That's different!"
"It's not, but wassup? You want the cane or glasses?"
Snatching the glasses, I put them on and almost told this nigga thank you.
"You don't gotta hide that smile, I know your ass is hype as fuck to see again."
