Page 25 of Loving a Libra
He chuckled. “No brothers, but I might have a cousin or two you might like.”
“Do I see a double date in my future?”
“Possibly. I’ll see what I can do.”
“Cool. Here’s your girl.”
I took my phone, and Tariq picked up our conversation where we left off.
“So, what time do you want me to pick you up?”
“Can you come now? Ginae is yawning.”
“Send me your location, and I’ll be on my way.”
We ended the call, and when I looked up, Ginae stared at me, grinning.
“Oh my God. He is too smitten with you, and it’s so damn cute.”
“You can tell that from a two-minute conversation?”
“We weren’t all together often, but I always knew he was a little sweet on you.”
“Really?”
“Yep. It was very subtle, but I’m a very observant person. With you, he was very attentive, his tone was softer, and he could hardly keep his eyes off you. If Maurice wasn’t so busy always trying to be the life of the party, he would’ve noticed too.”
“Tariq and I are really good friends, so the way he treated me seemed innocent. The whole time, he was falling for me.”
“More like, y’all were falling for each other.”
“Touché.”
I received a text from Tariq telling me he was five minutes away. We cleaned up our mess, and I gathered my things. When I received another text from Tariq saying he was outside, she walked me to the door.
“This information made my day. You already seem happier, and your spirit is lighter. I guess the saying ‘Don’t let your boyfriend make you miss out on your husband’ is true.”
We laughed at how true the statement was in my situation. After a sisterly embrace, I left, telling her I’d pick up my car the following day. Before I made it too far down the walkway, Tariq was at my side. He looped his arm through mine and led me to his car.
Before helping me get inside, he tucked his finger under my chin and lifted it. I swear I melted when his lips met mine, and I moaned with satisfaction. Although we kept our mouths closed, I could smell the mint on his breath.
As soon as I was secured in my seat belt, I let my head fall back onto the headrest and closed my eyes. I didn’t drink often, and I’d essentially just downed a bottle of wine.
“You’re tipsy as hell,” he said.
“I am. I didn’t realize how much until just now.”
“Is your head spinning?”
“A little bit, but I’m good.”
“How was your visit with Ginae? Did you tell her everything?”
“I didn’t tell her how big your dick was and how good it feels inside me.”
My eyes were still closed, but I felt him looking at me for a brief moment.
“Yeah, you might be more than tipsy.”
