Page 10 of Reckless Forever
“You’re going to make me fall asleep,” She whined, but never moved.
Tonight was the first night that I had been in this room where the TV watched me. I wasn’t paying this shit any attention, especially since I had Ivy lying in my arms. Silence fell as I rubbed her back for fifteen minutes or so.
“You scratch heads, too?” She asked, making me stop mid-motion. She started laughing.
“Aight, now you pushing it,” I warned her.
My hand was still underneath her tank top when she turned to face me, and my hand rested on the small of her back. I continued my massage.
She opened her mouth to say something but closed it just as quickly.
“Say it,” I urged her as I waited for her.
She bit her lip and searched my face. Then she pushed me so that I was on my back, and she lay down in my arms and threw her leg across me.
“What you doing, man?” I asked her.
“Going to sleep, Judah, make sure you’re out before four, but keep the back rub coming.” She said as she yawned and made herself comfortable. I shook my head, but I didn’t fight her. Her body was cozied up next to a nigga like she belonged here. Her head on my chest, and my chin on top of her head. I rubbed her until I felt her body completely relax, and then I tried to slide out of the bed.
She grabbed me as soon as I tried to take my arm from under her.
“It's not four yet,” she said as she put her arm back around my body. I chuckled and threw the covers back over us.
The longer she stayed wrapped up in my arms, the more she secured her spot there. I had tried to fight what I thought I was feeling, but after kissing her, I already knew it was no use. All I could think about was how I was going to get her, as my eyelids got heavy and I drifted off to sleep.
“Get up, get up!” I felt someone shaking me, and it was Ivy.
I opened my eyes slowly and looked at the panic on her face with her hair all wild over her head.
“What’s up?” My voice croaked.
She said, “It’s 6:32” as she put her phone in my face. Blinding me with the light.
I sat up in bed and stretched. I was moving too slow for her liking.
“Judah! You have to go, let me make sure the coast is clear!” she said in a harsh whisper like the room was tapped. I overslept. She told me that Santos got up at five a.m. every day to have breakfast. Her room was on a different wing of the house than the rooms we had been staying in. So, if he saw me coming from that side, he’d know where I had been.
“My bad,” I cleared my throat.
She started pacing and trying to find clothes. I grabbed her and gave her a look.
“Calm down with all this damn pacing. Ain’t shit gone happen to you or me.” I meant that. Having respect for someone and being scared of them were two different things. Had I been scared, I wouldn’t be over here at all. I respect him enough not to have her touching every wall in this house. But I ain’t never been scared of nan nigga in my life.
“You don’t understand, Judah. I’ve seen and heard way too much.”
“You ain’t seen shit until you met a Jennings, you ever see a mouth bomb before?” I asked. Her face changed in confusion as she shook her head.
“Exactly. I ain’t worried, trust me,” I reassured her.
She threw on clothes and left. She came back about two minutes later and told me that the coast was clear.
I walked toward the door and slapped her butt before I walked out, and it made her blush and hit me.
Once I made my way back over to the side of the house that we had been staying in, I pushed open the door, and I saw Jax sitting on my bed.
“You a hardheaded muhfucka,” He said before I could take a step inside. I chuckled.
“Look, G.”
