Page 6 of Her Pisces Allure
“Let me find out you’ve been stepping out on my brother, bestie,” I mutter after a couple minutes pass.
“Tuh. You think Rome is clocking your pussy? He ain’t got nothing on Dakari. That man sniffs out my period better than a bloodhound, so you know stepping out isn’t something I’m capable of doing,” Tomasina adds.
Tomasina met her husband Dakari in college, and he has been head over heels in love with her for years. I love him for Tomasina, whose dating history has been choppier than a chef salad.
“You trying to sit and spin on Roman’s dick knowing you have one at home is greedy. Leave some dicks for the rest of us,” Jaina tells Tomasina, inciting more laughter.
“I’m scared of the possible backlash if I cross the lines, and my heart hurts from ignoring the passion I’m potentially missing out on. The thought of Quintyn finding a woman who doesn’thave a cock blocking brother has me wanting to kidnap Quintyn so we can escape this reality.”
“I hear you, but Quintyn’s kiss should tell you he isn’t thinking of or considering the consequences. Why not see what happens and play it by ear? Fuck Rome,” Tomasina declares with her lip curling and her face tight.
“Maybe that’s his problem. Since neither of us can sleep with him, why don’t we find someone to occupy his time so Quintyn can occupy yours?” Jaina suggests, staring at me with merriment shining in her eyes.
Walking to the couch, I plop down and drop my head in my hands, overcome with emotion at the heaviness of my dilemma. The heart wants what it wants, yet wanting Quintyn could cost us both. Tears fall from my eyes at the knowledge of being close to Quintyn’s reciprocation but possibly retreating so Rome doesn’t lose his shit. Melancholy settles within my body, and sorrow forms a heavy knot in my stomach.
“Come on, bestie. Don’t cry. We’ll figure something out,” Tomasina tells me before wrapping her arms around me and rocking us from side to side.
“Why the fuck are you sitting out here crying, Fayth?” Quintyn’s deep tone causes me to jump and quickly wipe the water rapidly falling from my eyes.
The conversation I just had is repeating in my mind and causing my chest to restrict from the harshness in the words directed at me.
“Talk to me, Fayth.”
Sighing, I stare into Quintyn’s black eyes, which appear sinister and deadly now and opt to keep things surface-level.
“My dad hates me, and I don’t understand it. It’s my fault for contacting him, but I missed him. Yet, missing me isn’t something he felt because he only chose to belittle me like he did when I was younger. Do you know what it’s like to feel unloved by the man who’s supposed to be a girl’s first love? I—” My words get caught in my throat, forcing me to cover my mouth to prevent the sob from threatening to escape.
“Damn. Come here.” Pulling me into his chest, Quintyn hugs me tight while rubbing his hands up and down my back.
“What’s swimming in that head of yours, Lay?” Quintyn’s inquiry snaps me out of the memory of the moment I fell in love with him.
“Why do you always need to comfort or rescue me?” The question is one I’ve been asking myself and am desperate to hear the response for.
“Before the kiss we shared, I might have believed it was because of your brother. Now, I’m not sure. I have never looked at you like a sister or anything like that, and I now understand why my attraction for you is increasing. I know this shit is unorthodox and not what’s expected of us, but I want your ass bad, Lay.”
My breath hitches, my heart rate increases, and my eyes balloon at hearing Quintyn’s steady, confident, and deadpan declaration. Of all the things I expected to happen after answering his incoming call, this isn’t one of them. While Quintyn kissed me, I didn’t know he’s been dealing with the same thoughts about me that I am him.
“Quin—”
“Can I come over, Lay? This is a conversation we should have face to face. I need to see you.” Quintyn’s pleading tone has me biting my bottom lip before responding.
“Wh-what about Rome?”
“Unlike you, I don’t share my location with that nigga. You have a garage, so I’ll park in there. Send Roman a text or something to let him know you’re good or heading to bed. I don’t know and really don’t care. All I need is the opportunity to discuss this topic in person like the adults we are.”
“Okay. Come on.”
“Say less. I’ll be there in thirty.”
When the call disconnects, I drop the phone in my lap, and my heart begins galloping like a jockey sitting on a prize-winning horse in the Kentucky Derby.
“Oh shit! Did I ju—Oh my God! Quintyn is coming over.”
Jumping out of bed, I run to my bathroom to shower quickly and put on something better than the muumuu I’m wearing.
I’m not sure why I’m showering again because I took one once I got home from work, but the thought of Quintyn inhaling anything but freshness puts a battery in my back. Discussing the kiss and whatever else Quintyn wants to discuss has jitters filling my extremities. Yet, I don’t have time to jog on a hamster wheel because Quintyn’s arrival doesn’t give me much time.
“Oh my God! Quintyn is coming over. God, please let his lips find mine again,” I plead before stepping inside the shower to rush through cleaning my body.
