Page 47 of Wasn't Supposed To Be Yours
I went into the linen closet that was in here, where I pulled out a white, fluffy towel for me, along with a washcloth. I grabbed another towel for my hair. I went through the drawer that had all the toiletry items, and I grabbed bar soap, bodywash, along with the shampoo, and conditioner. I was very particular of the things that I allowed on my body, and my hair, but Tank had all natural products that I didn’t mind using.
I stepped inside the shower, and the whole time I was in, I was having a pep talk with myself, telling myself that I didn’t have to do anything with him that I didn’t want to do. I alsodidn’t want to hold back, either. If the voices in my head started telling me to just let go, and let him fuck, then I was going to do that. It’s been a minute. I haven’t had any dick since last year, and to be specific, it was the night before my birthday. I needed some dick, so if Tank continued to woo me, then I was going to give in.
I had to spend over thirty minutes in the shower. From the pep talk, to the moments when I just stood under the shower head, allowing the water to beat down onto my skin, to actually washing my body, and washing my hair. I had to allow the conditioner some time to sit before I washed it out, so that took up some time too. The bathroom was steaming hot when I got out, so I had to crack the door a little bit.
I had a towel wrapped around my body, and one wrapped around my head. There was a brand-new toothbrush in the pack, along with toothpaste, so I was able to brush my teeth. I even washed my face with some of the products in here as well.
The bathroom cooled down a little bit, so I was able to lotion my body, apply some deodorant that was brand new as well, and I slipped on the clothes that Tank handed to me. I removed the towel from my head, going to just allow my hair the chance to air dry, and I grabbed everything from my towels, wash clothes, and my dirty clothes, walking the items down to the laundry room that was the size of a guest bedroom. I found the fancy LG washer machine, tossed the items in, used the detergent, and the laundry beads that he had, and I started the load.
I left the laundry room, and I walked down to Tank’s room, thinking that he was in there, but he wasn’t. I was so embarrassed when I couldn’t find the winding staircase, but I eventually did, and I took the stairs down. I had no idea where he was, but I just walked until I found him.
A TV was playing from somewhere in the house, and that’s what I followed. It led me to the family room area, where hewas standing up, with the remote in his hands, looking at the TV screen, trying to find something to watch. When he heard my footsteps, that’s when he turned around to look at me.
I froze in my spot when I saw him standing there. I really wished that he would have chosen to put on something else after his shower, and I wished that he wouldn’t have taken out his twist and washed his hair. The look that he had right now was going to fuck with my mind. He had the nerve to be standing in front of the TV, and he was shirtless. I’ve never seen him without a shirt on, so I could really see the rips that his body had. Not only that, but there were tattoos on him that I’ve never even seen before.
His entire back was tattooed. It was such a sexy, strong back. He was standing there in black sweatpants, and they hung off his waist just a little bit, showing the band to the Calvin Klein briefs that he was wearing. He’d taken out his twist, and washed his hair in the shower, so now, his hair was curly, and seeing this fine, chocolate man standing in front of me, ripped in muscle, with healthy curls down his back was enough for me to want to run out of the room because it was way too much temptation.
“Long ass shower. Come here. Let me smell you,” he let out, and I laughed. I laughed because I was nervous. I laughed, hoping that he didn’t catch the way that I had just been standing here, lusting after him.
“I got lost. I couldn’t find you,” I announced, after a few seconds past.
“Why didn’t you just call out for daddy?” he asked, and I ignored that, walking into the room, and I sat down on the couch.
“I ordered the pizza. They said to give them an hour. What kind of movies you like to watch?” he turned his entire body around to ask me. That dick print was right in my face, so I looked.
“Tank, you going to have to put on some other kind of pants, and a shirt,” I replied.
“This how I walk around the house, baby. I’m making you uncomfortable?” he wanted to know.
“No. I just keep looking,” I said, and that made him laugh.
“If I’m fuckin with your head, I’ll change if you want me to,” he announced.
“It’s okay. Just turn the light off,” I was honest.
He followed what I told him to do, going over to the wall, and he cut the light off. That did help a little bit. I told him that he could put on whatever he wanted to, and his ass put onBoyz N the hood.I didn’t even care because with the way my mind was racing, I knew I wasn’t going to pay any kind of attention to it.
Tank stayed on his side of the couch, while I stayed on mine. Ten minutes into the movie, I felt his eyes on me.
“Come here. Why you sitting all the way over there? You know I’m not going to bite you,” he announced.
I probably scooted my ass over just an inch. That little scoot had him reaching his arm out for me, pulling me closer to him, and when he did that, I was the closest that I had been to him. My elbow hit his lap, his hand was still holding onto my arm, and I was looking at him with a racing heart. He had that look in his eyes like he did the night that we were outside his mom’s restaurant. The one where it looked like he was going to devour me.
“You scared of me?” he asked, and I shook my head no.
“Verbally respond,” he was firm.
“I’m not scared of you. I wouldn’t have followed you here if I was scared,” I told him.
“So why you shaking?” he asked.
“I’m cold,” I lied, and he smiled.
“I been thinking about that kiss since the night it happened. Nobody ever kissed me like that. That shit felt so fuckin good, baby,” he told me, and I literally got chills during his words.
“Are you still talking to Renee?” I hate that I had to fuck up the vibe by asking that, but I really wanted to know, especially since I felt myself about to go ahead, and cross that line with him.
When I asked him that, I saw it all in his face that I had annoyed him. He sucked his teeth, let go of my arm, but he kept his eyes on me.
