Page 13 of Simply Complicated
Six
Savior raises an eyebrow and gives me a smile full of sexy wickedness. Desire courses through my body like a maze and arousal appears, strumming along my skin. “Cousin?”
I shake my head and toss the phone on the sofa. “Long story not important enough to tell. Did you want to come in?”
“Sure,” he steps inside and glances around. I once again inhale his delicious cologne and my knees weaken. His blondish-brown locks are loose and wet; the result of perspiration than a shower. His hair color reminds me of wheat fields. The amber within them is almost so perfect and glossy.
His chiseled face is relaxed and I smell the faintest sniff of bourbon mixed with that intoxicating cologne he’s wearing. I felt an uncontrollable urge to touch him, possess him like he’s mine, and never letting him go.
“Your gun,” he motions and I hide it behind me. “Can I see it?”
I wasn’t embarrassed by my Hello Kitty glock so I don’t know why I am now. I slowly produce it from behind and Savior grins when he sees the safety on. “Nice. It’s pretty.” He grins as he holds it. “You know how to use it?”
“Unfortunately,” I reply. When you live in the ‘hood, you learn how to use a gun before you know how to drive. “My daddy takes me out to the gun range once a year to brush up on my skills. He wants to make sure I’m protected at all times.”
“Smart man.” He nods as he admires the gun before he hands it back to me. “I want to go out to a gun range with you. It’ll be fun.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever put gun range and fun in the same sentence but if you say so,” I grin. “Did you want anything to drink? To eat? I can fix something up.” I have no damn food in my house.
“No, I’m fine. I won’t be long.” He sits down on the sofa and I remain standing. Just as he sits, he emanates power that I haven’t felt since my father. He easily controls a room without saying a word. His stance, his look, his nonverbals say it all.
Awareness wraps around my body, feeling his sexual magnetism that could bring me down to my knees. Primitive instincts come out of me and I force myself to control my feral urges. My nipples tighten and my skin becomes heated to the touch. Zig-zag breathing almost chokes me into a stuttering and bumbling fool.
I inhale his scent that’s lingering in the room, and stare at him with a longing I never knew I had. My heart rate is out of control and goose bumps form along my arms. I picture him naked and on top of me, wondering if he would be a hard or gentle lover. My skin heats up thinking about it and desire coats my panties.
Who is Savior Ellison and what is he doing to me?
Savior looks up at me and his lips curve into a delicious, sultry smile. I can’t tell if he’s completely oblivious or he knows the affect he has on me and is playing it low-key. He’s over there looking all sexy and good, and I’m just like, damn.
“Is everything okay, Keisha?” His voice is smoky and deep, with a lazy drawl.
“Oh yeah,” I feel like a plum fool just staring at him like a groupie. I sit on the other sofa and I bide my time with Savior. I’m not sure if he’s here for sex or because he wants to let me go in person after my confrontation with Rosa.
He’s slightly inebriated and it didn’t occur to me how he arrived here. It doesn’t really matter nor does it matter if he’ll be here all night or a short while. Funny how I didn’t want Jalen to come over to stay all night but I’m sad Savior won’t.
“So, what are you studying?” His eyes are closed and his head is resting on the back of the sofa.
“The Federalist Papers,” I yawn. Just thinking about them makes me bored. “I have to summarize what they are and how they could apply to today’s current political climate.”
“How long is your paper?” He asks.
“It’s not a paper. It’s an essay final. I already have notecards and the like. I just have to really study them. The final is tomorrow.” I tuck my feet underneath me. “So I have a lot to do between now and then.”
There’s a small silence between us and I’m wondering what to say next. It’s not like I can make conversation about the Lakers and how I hope the Dodgers win the World Series. Despite how intimate we were just a few days ago, I still don’t know who Savior Ellison is. Google alerts do nothing but satisfy my nosey, gossiping cravings.
Who is the real Savior Ellison? What are his fears? What was really going on between him and his father earlier? Why did he show up on my footstep drunk when he could’ve entertained Rosa?
Just when I was about to do some bullshit conversation, Savior breaks the ice again. “The Federalist Papers are still viewed as the original interpretation of the Constitution today. If your argument is how literal or figurative the Constitution could be interpreted in terms of the Federalist Papers, you could also argue no one foresaw the numerous changes the world has gone through and that the Founding Fathers only cared about how the government should be run and the citizens governed. You need to keep in mind the Constitution was meant to be amended to reflect current times. Did the Founding Fathers write the Constitution knowing there was going to be social media? Did they write it thinking slavery was going to be around forever? You need to have these things in mind.”
Smart WASPy bae said it so eloquently. I spent the last three hours trying to decipher the damn book and Savior did it in just five minutes. “Thank you. But what about the government and the governed?”
“James Madison wrote that if we had an effective government, we wouldn’t have the need for factions. There was a need for a centralized government that could govern the states, despite how people felt about it. Factions nowadays are much different from factions back then. Factions could be special-interest groups such as Super-PACs or even hate groups that fall under the conservative shield. The papers suggested that if we didn’t have a centralized government, each republic could do whatever the hell they wanted, no matter how it would impact the others. The government was, and still is, that parent telling you to come home at curfew and why you can’t have too much sugar or watch too much TV.”
“But wouldn’t that put more stress on the states?” I counter. “That even though they had their own way of doing things, they still had to run it by the government?”
“It still happens,” he shrugged, “why do you think so many states are suing the current administration? He wanted the states to govern their own and when they attempted to do so, he said, ‘Nah, bruh’ and intervened on his own accordance.”
“But if the states had their own thing going on, why would want to depend on Big Brother for assistance?”
