“You just be out here lying, huh?”
I loved watching her laugh. “I am not lying.”
“Put that on Roxy or come get up and seal this shit with a kiss.”
With her arms folded, she pushed out from the table and stomped over to my side. I grabbed her waist, and she kissed my lips, and each time she tried to go back to her seat, I kept my lips poked out.
“Sexy lying ass.” I snickered when she went back to her side of the table. “Why you ain’t put it on Rox?.”
“Roxy is resting in peace… no need to bring her up right now.”
“Yo, you be fronting, Boobie.”
She snorted. “Whatever,Gerald!”
I grabbed her free hand and kissed it. “Not mad at you either, baby… you just wild with the shit that comes out your mouth, and sharing my family shit is new.” I winked at her.
“You know… you can run. It’s not too late.”
“Never fucking running… fuck you mean.”
CHAPTER 18
ZOYA
Gerald was holdingme to allow him to give me a full body massage. With the way life had been, I wasn’t going to turn it down, even if I thought it would suck. I was secretly hoping it led to sex.
And I wasn’t mad about that.
Since meeting Gerald, I had been questioning how he put it down. When we were in Barbados, he woke up the next morning with his morning wood, and I had to pretend I felt nothing. My eyes were wide as I stared at the wall, just knowing he knew exactly what to do with it.
When he stood up that morning, I could see it just lying there in his briefs. One swift movement and his dick would have been out. People didn’t understand how hard it was to be unbothered. Especially when you saw what your crush was working with, and he was moving nonchalantly like he didn’t have a damn iron rod for a penis.
After dinner, we walked along Bourne Square holding hands. It was sweet, because whenever we held hands, my brain shut off. I wasn’t looking around or caring about my safety. Feeling Goo’s hand tightly hold mine, pulling me in front of himwhenever the sidewalk became slimmer, and people were on the other side.
When I tried to walk on the outside of the sidewalk, he got pissed and kissed his teeth and mumbled something in the same accent his mother had. He pulled me to the inside of the sidewalk and pinched my ass, telling me to stop playing with him.
I finished the shower and wrapped myself in my robe that I traveled with. It was a soft gray cotton robe that fell to the floor and covered every inch of me. I had two, one for home and one that I used whenever I traveled.
Goo was in the living room with his head back and eyes closed. This man carried so much, and knowing the situation with his cousin, I felt guilty. Guilty for putting up such a fight when all he wanted to do was love me.
When you met him, you would think all was perfect in his world. Not that his mother was an amputee, his cousin was addicted to drugs, or the fact that he lost his younger cousin. That was a heavy load to carry, and it made my heart ache knowing he carried it without burdening anyone else with his shit. Gerald was such a light presence, always there to make you laugh, and you never had to ask, ’cause he was always there.
We had more in common than I thought.
“Could smell you before you hit the living room, Baby,” he spoke, his eyes still closed, as I stood near him.
“What I smell like then?” I stood behind the chair he was in and rubbed his beard. He kissed the inside of my wrist.
“Ginger.”
“Hmm, what else?” I spoke softly, closer to his ear.
His nose nuzzled closer to my neck as he kissed it softly. “Something with tea.”
“You got a good nose.” I giggled and kissed his lips.
It was hard for me to give myself to a man. I often got in my head that I was doing too much, giving too much. Maybe I was coming on too strong. Naturally, I retreated and pretended like I didn’t care.
