Page 16 of Simply Complicated
Seven
Junie’s hip-hop music wakes me up the next morning. A crazy mix of piano, staccato drums, and synthesizers make up this song he coined, “Yellow.” He named it that because it was the first color that came to his mind at the time. It just also happens to be the time he peed and looked down at the toilet.
It’s not bad song but it’s not something that anyone will hear on the radio anytime soon. I’m not saying that to be shady, but I think he made better beats before he hooked up with Tasha. Now all he does is get high and make beats that only one has to be high to like. I guess he and Tasha have something in common.
After studying a bit more, I ended up falling asleep on the other couch along with Savior. It’s not the most comfortable couch in the world and it’s definitely has showed its age, but I didn’t want to leave him alone in the living room. Sure, he would’ve been fine but I wanted to stay with him in case he needed anything.
In case, he needed me.
He barely stirred for the rest of the night and only fell into a horizontal position when I was already asleep. He either decided to just stay where he was or he was too tired to go home. It doesn’t ultimately matter. I’m just glad he was the first thing I saw in the morning.
There I go again, getting feelings.
It’s barely a week into our arrangement and I feel like he’s my boyfriend, though he’s made it very clear he wasn’t. And honestly, if Savior was my boyfriend, he would’ve acknowledged that already. He damn sure wouldn’t have let Rosa hang all over him at happy hour.
Or maybe he would have, I’m not entirely sure about this fool yet.
All I know when Savior’s cock was in my mouth, hearing him moan my name, feeling his hands all over my dome, it was an indescribable feeling. Something shifted between us and I know he had to have felt it. Each time we do anything sexual, the connection becomes closer and more intricate.
90 days. We’re on day five.
I get up to use the bathroom and pass Savior on the way when his hand suddenly grabs my leg. I’m startled and look down at him. He slowly opens his eyes and he lazily smiles at me. “Where are you going, gorgeous?”
It’s the second time he’s called me that. “Bathroom. Emergency.”
He nods. “Come back here when you’re done.” He caresses my leg and lets me go.
I immediately feel the loss of his touch and I hurry to the bathroom like I’m Flo-Jo in the Olympics. After I come out, I rejoin Savior on the sofa. I sit across from him and he shakes his head. He lifts up the blanket and I notice his cock is tucked away into his pants. I was really hoping it was still out and hard so we could finish what we started last night. “Come here, gorgeous.”
He’s not my boyfriend but he’s acting like it. I’m torn between complaining about his attitude and wanting to get Savior snuggles. Snuggles, FTW. I walk over and lay down beside him. My back is pressed against his body and we’re facing the TV.
Savior’s body feels amazing against mine. It doesn’t matter if he’s beside me, behind me, or underneath me. I just want to feel him on me all day, every day.
“How did studying go last night?” He asks. His nose nuzzles my neck and he wraps his arms around my body.
It feels like we’ve always done this. It feels like an old friend. He feels like, everything. “It went very well. I have my final at ten so I’ll leave here in a little while. Next week, I have an appointment at the clinic to get everything checked and refill my birth control.” I yawn. “After that, I’m done until mid-February.”
Savior nods and kisses the nape of my neck. Ooh, that boy doesn’t know that’s my spot. “And then what?”
“Just the internship and I’ll get a job somewhere. I don’t really need one but I like to make my own money instead of relying on my daddy for some.”
His tongue plays with my earlobe and if this boy don’t quit…“What does your dad do for a living?”
I was wondering when that question was going to come up. I’d rehearsed my canned answers to Savior for a while and they all didn’t make any sense.
My daddy is a pharmaceutical rep. He reps Inglewood, Watts, and some parts of Compton. Westsiiiiiiiiiiide!
My daddy make it do what it do.
My daddy is a hustla, baby! (In my Pharrell voice)
I want to tell Savior the truth about my family but I don’t want to push him away. What guy will be okay that the woman he’s banging has a father who keeps goons on retainer? On the same token, I also want to realize who he’s getting himself involved with. He’s not dealing with Karen from Malibu or Christy from Palm Springs. He’s dealing with ghetto-ass Keisha from Inglewood.
“My daddy runs his own business from home. He does a lot of accounting.” Not quite a lie, but sounds a lot better than the truth.
Savior nods and kisses my neck again. This time I feel his hardened cock press into my cheeks. I want to turn around, straddle him, and ride that motherfucker until the sun goes down. Last night, Savior let me take control. I don’t think he’ll let me do it again this morning.
“What are your plans today?” I ask.
