Page 13 of Krist and Moanie
I couldn’t help but laugh at her. She was the only person who said what she was thinking at all times. She didn’t believe in not saying what came to mind.
“See, you’re laughing, but you know what’s up. You want that nigga to fold you like a pretzel and I want it for you. You deserve it, as I know you haven’t had any since Calvin.”
I nodded. Calvin was my ex, another doctor I’d dated during my first year of residency. He and I were good until he took a job in Seattle and I refused to do any of that long distance stuff. I swore it off without giving it a chance and I didn’t regret it. Maybe my inability to trust him thousands of miles away stemmed from my own trust issues, but one would never know. I just wasn’t for that shit.
She and I talked for a few minutes longer, then things got kind of hectic. Apparently there was a pileup on the highway and we were the closest trauma center. The rest of my shift kind of flew by, and before I knew it, I was floating out of my twelve-hour shift straight into a requested ride. When I got home, I immediately jumped into the shower to wash the day off and turned my coffee pot on to warm. At some point I’d have to eat, but for now I was gonna push through with caffeine and stay away from alcohol, if there was any.
When I got out of the shower, my first move was to that cup of coffee. Then I found myself in my closet obsessing over what I was supposed to wear to the studio. Shit, I had never been to the studio, but I imagined I didn’t wear scrubs or a club fit. Fuck, what was I supposed to wear?
I obsessed long enough for him to send a message letting me know he was on his way and would be here within the hour…Great.I settled on a street fit, since one, it was hot as hell, and two, I didn’t feel like doing too much. I was in an oversizedgraphic tee with storm gray biker shorts and a pair of tube socks by the time I stopped overthinking. I stepped into my shoe closet and grabbed my usual favorite, a pair of multi-gray New Balance.
I then stepped into the bathroom and started teasing my hair. Ever since I cut it this time last year, I had been obsessed. I loved it so much that I kept it trimmed to this length. Who knew how much work it took to maintain long hair? I damn sure didn’t know until my hair no longer went past my jawline and I didn’t have to do half the shit I did back then. Now I was spoiled and absolutely refused to let it grow back.
I had just finished putting a half up ponytail into my hair when my phone started to ring. I squeezed the tip of my headphone to answer before putting gloss on my lips.
“I’m downstairs, Honey Bun.”
I smiled at the nickname I swore I hated. “Okay, here I come.”
“Bet.” He hung up and I went back to focusing on how I looked. I was for sure a tomboy, but at least I tried to incorporate some feminine moments.
Giving myself a onceover, I reached for my perfume. A couple sprays later I was cutting the lights out and moving to grab my crossbody. Once I had it and my phone off the charger, I stalked toward the door. As soon as I opened it, I was face to face with my mother.
“Well, where are you going?”
“To be grown, remember?” I winked then kissed her cheek and rushed down the hall to the elevator.
“You smell good, baby, and be safe being grown.”
“I will,” I called over my shoulder and hopped into the open elevator. Less than three minutes later I was walking out of my building. There in the middle of the busy street he was, body leaned against his truck like he hadn’t cut off a whole ass lane.He looked so good I just knew he smelled good. I couldn’t wait to smell him…shit I was obsessed.
His smell.
His stance.
His confidence
His face…oh shit, his face.I had to snap out of it, but I couldn’t. Especially not while I was looking at him. Krist had a naturally settled mug that was so fucking sexy I couldn’t help but smile.
When he saw me, a smile graced his handsome face briefly before he moved to open the passenger door.
As I approached I felt his eyes as they nearly cross examined my entire body. The butterflies were definitely flying within. I was in his arms before I could reach the car.
“You look good than a motherfucker.” His hands rested on my backside as he gazed down at me, those serious eyes holding me hostage.
“Thank you.”
“You welcome, baby.” His lips grazed my forehead as he now decided to let me get into the truck. When I was in, he closed the door and rounded the front. He pulled off less than a second later, turning his music down, glancing over at me every so often.
“You ate?”
I shook my head. “Had a cup of coffee when I got off, but that’s about it.”
He shook his head. “Aight. I’on know how you drink that shit, but I’ll get you something when we get near the studio.”
I shook my head again. “I don’t have to ea?—”
“Yeah you do, but it’s cool. I got you.” Like pure sex and belonging, his hand found my bare thigh after that statement.
