Page 53 of Anything Necessary for Her
Like the last time, when it came to the grand jeté, I executed it perfectly, even landing without a stumble. After a few seconds of being frozen in time, I darted my attention to Low who clapped slowly for me.
“I think you are good luck for real. You’re gonna have to come to some of my practices and especially the show.” I wiped my forehead.
“I would love to.” He nodded, eyes soaking me up with so much awe that it made me simper.
“I’m gonna shower and then meet you in my bedroom.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna go to the bathroom right quick.” He held the door open for me, and we split up as I sniggered.
I showered in the en suite of my bedroom, spreading on body butter and mist afterward. And once I was done brushing, flossing, and using mouthwash, I stepped out to find Low at the edge of my bed, typing away.
“Tell your hos you’re in the middle of something,” I joked, making him smirk.
“Def wouldn’t be texting no hos while I’m with you.”
“I legit saw them texting you when you took me out, Low-Low.” I started toward him after turning on some low music.
He shook his head in obvious wonderment as his eyes drifted all over my body in the short nightie with a high split. I had several and lived in them when at home.
“Saw them texting me. I said I wouldn’t be texting no hos while I’m with you, and that’s real shit. I can’t control who hits me.”
“True.” I sidled up beside him, making him lie back. “You have weed on you?”
“I do. Why?”
“Because I wanna eat it. Why else?” I sat up to stare down at him in my dimly lit bedroom.
“Smart ass. I’m not letting you smoke, Peep. You need ya fucking lungs.”
“You think I’ve never smoked before?” I heightened my brow.
“What nigga you been smoking with?”
“Not a nigga, my friends who also dance. I only do it occasionally, not a lot like a few of them,” I elaborated.
“Aight.” He sat up. “Only if you promise to never smoke with anybody but me from now on.” He looked deeply into my eyes.
“Not even Kailey?”
“Not even Kailey.”
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes, and he dug into his pocket to retrieve a gold case. Opening it, he pulled an already rolled blunt out and then his lighter from another pocket. “You don’t add cocaine to your shit, right?” I messed with him, making him cut his eyes at me as I chuckled. “To the balcony.” I hopped off the bed andstarted toward the double doors that led to my balcony, with Low on my heels.
We sat down on the comfortable bench before he lit it, took a pull, and then handed it to me. I did the same before coughing roughly.
“You definitely don’t smoke a lot.” He toked on it again. “This that good shit though.”
“And you’re just smoking it like it’s nothing.” I watched him, stunned as he smiled slightly before inhaling again.
He outreached it to me, and I obliged, listening to him guide me on how to do it. After a few more puffs on it, I was no longer coughing up my lungs.
I started to feel the high almost immediately, rocking slowly a bit to “Burning Blue” playing softly in my bedroom and floating out to my balcony. “I love this song.”
“I can tell. You over there rocking like a fiend or some shit.”
“Shut up!” I elbowed him, rising and not missing how his eyes fell to my ass as I adjusted the already short dress.
I went to raise the volume just a smidgen before returning to the balcony. Taking his blunt, I ashed it on the concrete flooring of the balcony before straddling him. Low took a moment before relenting and allowing his hands to grace my hips.
