Page 48 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Okay.” She gave a closemouthed smile that still had a bit of fear and uncertainty lingering in the back of it, and it made my fucking stomach hurt.
Pulling into the lot of the smaller venue connected to Prolific Pointe Ballet School, I shut the engine down and went to help Waverley out of the car.
As soon as she stepped out, I hugged her close to me, apologizing again and adding, “Keep what you saw between us, aight?”
“I will.” She nodded, her face brushing up against my stomach as she did it. “You’re gonna stay, right?”
I looked around, not in the mood but knowing I promised her. “Yeah, I am. I may have to step out here and there, but I’m gon’ be around. You won’t even have to wait for me when class is over.”
“Okay!” She lit up genuinely this time before turning around and hurrying off.
She wasn’t inside for two minutes before pretty ass Banks emerged. I smiled at her, wanting to keep up the veneer that I was straight, but when her face fell, I knew she could tell somehow.
“Who teaching if you out here?” I questioned, hoping to steer the conversation away from my inner turmoil.
“It’s Synthia’s day. What happened?” She moved right on to what she really wanted to know.
When her soft fingers brushed the cut under my eye and pulled away slightly damp with my blood, I scoffed.
“Forgot to fix my shit up.” I shook my head.
“What happened, Willow?” Her brows bunched as she folded her arms across the tight dance top she wore that accentuated her perky breasts.
Licking my lips, I said, “Nothing.”
Our eye contact lingered for a beat before she said, “Take me to my house so I can fix you up.”
She didn’t allow me a moment to debate her ass at all.
“I told baby girl I would stay so?—”
“We’re coming right back, and I don’t live far. Let’s go.” She stood beside the passenger seat of my whip with her bossy ass.
“Aight, lil Sif,” I jested, but she didn’t crack a smile as she examined my face with her eyes.
We hopped in, and I drove straight to her house. Though it was quiet, it wasn’t awkward.
Pulling up into her driveway, I parked then helped her from the car before she led me into her crib and to the bottom big ass guest bathroom.
Directing me to sit on the toilet, she gathered her first aid kit, then came to stand between my legs. Her sweet scent danced up my nose, hypnotizing a nigga a little bit as I fought the urge to put my hands on her hips or, shit, touch her anywhere on her body.
“You know you can talk to me about stuff. I know all there is to know about what you do,” she started the conversation.
“I’m sure of that, Peep, but it ain’t what you think.”
“Then what is it?” She paused, piercing my eyes with her beautiful ass ones.
Her long hair was in a low ponytail that swept the area just above her nice ass, and I realized that was why she had a nigga feeling like he was under a spell right now. Typically, Banks wore her hair down, framing her face, but this hairstyle had her beauty on full display, and it was striking.
She was too beautiful, like she belonged in a painting or some shit. She looked a lot like her mama with hints of her pops, especially the eyes and nose, but it was making sense to me right in this moment why that nigga Prime didn’t give a fuck that Lisara had six kids.
“I don’t wanna talk about that. I can’t. Not right now,” I responded honestly, hoping she didn’t push me, because it would only piss me off and wouldn’t get her the results she was hoping for.
“Well . . .” She got down onto her knees to look up into my eyes. “Whenever you change your mind, let me know.” She peeled off the tiny Band-Aid and placed it over the sizzling cut she’d already dabbed with alcohol. “I know you have friends, but they don’t know everything.”
Smirking, I asked, “How you know?”
“I have seven brothers. You guys all act tough around one another, but that is how it goes. You’re supposed to be vulnerable with your woman. There are things my sisters-in-law know about my brothers that my brothers will never know about each other.”
