Page 21 of Kassir and Rebel
Comforted.
Loved.
Home.
So easily, we’ve fallen back into us. Into this, him waking me up and immediately putting a smile on my face. I feel so comforted, loved, and at home. Kassir is my home. He’s had a lock on my heart since I was seventeen; that shit doesn’t just go away. Even when I hated what he did to me and how betrayed I felt, I admittedly still loved him. That’s why that shit hurt so damn much. When the cause and cure of your pain resides in one person, it hits different… But he regretted it and finallyexpressed his regret to me. Kassir Moore lives by no excuses, no explanations, and no regrets. For him, to admit either is huge and it shows how much he truly loves me.
How can I not forgive him? How can I not be here, with him, at this moment?
“Kiss me,” he demands and I place my hand over my mouth.
“No, I just woke up.”
“And, I love yo’ stank ass breath,” he says smugly, flashing his beautiful smile. He’s removed his grill, showing off his perfect teeth.
“Oh wow! It’s stank? Okay. I’m definitely not kissing you now.” My words mean absolutely nothing to him though because seconds later, his hand grabs mine and his mouth touches mine. Morning breath and all, he kisses it all away. When his soft ass lips move down my neck, my entire body warms. “We can’t,” I utter reluctantly. All of me, and I do mean all of me, wants his lips on every inch of me, but he really needs to leave.
“Why?”
“The block party,” I remind him.
Every summer, DP sponsors two major events: the street ball tournament and the big ass block party. For all the perceived wrong that they do in the street, these two events do a lot to correct the harm. Kassir and Suleem started the block party about ten years ago. What began as a day of truce, good food, and music for D-Ville has evolved to a major event of pure love of the community and everyone in it.
The entire neighborhood is shut down for the day and everything is sponsored by DP. They bring out food trucks, ice cream trucks, bouncy houses and other activities for the kids, and a live DJ. In recent years, I’ve heard from Ma that local vendors come out and sell their products too. Fadez is going to be there this year, offering free cuts to the kiddos thanks toKassir, and he needs to get to the shop to make sure they are ready to set up.
“Man, fuck that block party,” he says before dropping his tongue to my belly button.
“Boy, you better get up.” My hand caresses the waves on the top of his head as I sit up. “You know you don’t mean that.”
He lifts his head then shakes it. His lips return to mine for a passionate kiss then he begrudgingly eases off the bed. Unlike me, he’s fully dressed in his signature black for DP: black jeans and a crisp black tee. He inches over to his dresser and grabs his platinum chain with the diamond studdedDPemblem. Once it’s around his neck, he grabs his cell, wallet, and keys. My eyes stalk his every move and I simply enjoy my view.
Damn, I missed him.
“I’ll be back in an hour. Stay right here, just like that. Desnuda y lista,” he says.
“Sorry. I won’t be right here, naked and ready. Teaira’ll be here at nine to get me. I’m getting ready over at her place, remember?”
“Shit.”
“What’s wrong? I told you that last night.”
“My face was between your thighs. I didn’t hear shit you said,” he admits.
“Well, that’s disappointing,” I tease.
“My tongue wasn’t disappointing though,” his smug ass says and I roll my eyes.
“I won’t be able to handle that body later because Kassan will be here tonight.”
“Then I’ll just see you tomorrow.”
With a frown on his face, he steps back over to the bed then leans in to me. “No, you still coming back here after the block party. I need you to meet my son,” he says and I sigh.
Kassan is innocent in all of this and I know firsthand how even innocent children can end up getting hurt because of their parents. So, I can’t lie. I’m apprehensive about meeting Kassan. I don’t want any latent feelings about his conception to be projected onto him, especially since I just caved the other night and let his father beautifully turn me every which way but loose. I’m a lot of things but I’m no hypocrite.
Besides, it’s very clear that Kassir not only loves his son but he adores him. His basketball themed bedroom and bathroom, plus the pleased look on Kassir’s face, really says it all right now.
“I hope he likes me,” I finally say and Kassir’s face softens.
