Page 19 of Krist and Moanie
“Plus you gotta work in the morning.” I was glad I’d instructed her to pack a bag tonight and I’d take her to work in the morning. I intended for her to stay with me, especially since Jru was staying the night with his girl tonight. I liked when she stayed with me already, but much more when it was just her and me in the house.
“Don’t remind me. Those shifts be whooping my ass, ’til I dip off in an on-call room and take a nap.”
I laughed. “You wouldn’t need a nap if you went to sleep when you were supposed to.”
“True, but I don’t be tired. As a matter of fact, I be energized. Just like right now. ” She giggled.
“Good. You feel like helping me take my braids down, lil Energizer Bunny?” I reached across the console, grabbing her hand. Any time I was near her, I always felt the need to be touching her. Shit was calming even when my mind was racing.
“Mhmm, I’ll help you. Who does your braids anyways?”
I cut my eyes from the road to her. “What, you know how to braid or something?”
“Krist. Who was doing your braids?” Her voice was level as fuck, which I knew with women was never a good sign.
“Sazzy.”
“She probably sucks your dick and does your braids all in the same sitting.” She attempted to snatch her hand away from me, but I didn’t let her.
“Oh what, you got a camera in my house?” I said just to fuck with her as I pulled into the parking lot of Pancake House.
She mugged the shit out of me. I could feel it.
“Can you let my hand go?”
“Hell nah, ’cause yeen about to cop an attitude with me over some shit that was before you. Especially not a broad I paid to do a service.”
“And what? You’re gonna pay her to do that service again?”
I laughed. “Nah, you gonna handle the whole service. And if yeen that good, I’ll just cut my shit off and start fresh.”
She laughed “You’re something else, you know that? You’d cut your hair off if I don’t know how to braid it?”
“Yeah. It’s gonna keep you happy, right?” I had never regarded the satisfaction or happiness of another as highly as I regarded hers. In a few short weeks, she was important to me.
“Nope, ’cause I like your hair.”
I smiled. Women never knew what they wanted. “So, what, you want her to keep doing my hair?”
“Hold on now, partner. I may know what I’m doing. Because yeah, that’s a no.”
Laughter filled the space. “Figure out what you wanna do then, ’cause I’m only wearing a ponytail for a week before I have all this shit cut off.” I got out of the car and rounded to her side to open the door. Hell yeah, these days I was a door opening ass motherfucker.
“And just like that you just made your hair my responsibility, huh?”
“Damn right. Now come on so I can show you what my responsibility looks like.” I winked.
More laughter escaped her lips. “And that is?”
“Feeding you, fucking you good, and making sure you keep a smile on your face.” I cupped her chin like the corniest nigga alive before I kissed her. I ordered our food to go, seeing as how it was a live night and I didn’t really feel like being around too many people. Shit was aggy. I was grateful when it only took them ten minutes to have our food ready.
“Moanie, girl, is that you?” I heard as we were moving back toward my truck, hand in hand.
Moanie turned around and that prompted me to do the same. It was her cousin, Alley. She was with a few other chicks, all of whom were in my fucking face instead of heading into Pancake House like they seemed to be on their way.
“Hey, Alley,” Moanie greeted.
“What’s up, cousin? How have you been? I haven’t heard from you. I thought that was you I saw earlier. Heyyy, Krist,” she said as I opened the passenger side door for Moanie to get in.
