Grabbing a crisp white T-shirt next, I left it sitting atop the dresser as I grabbed the edge. Instead of replying, I turned back around and watched as she pulled the bed cover over her body. Her long, curly hair had fallen over her shoulders and that properly-fucked glow women had after nutting covered her. Her eyes locked on mine when she realized I didn’t respond.
“You’re still not talking to me, Shio?”
Crossing my arms, I licked my lips, still tasting her pussy. “What you want me to say, Solana?”
She scooted to the headboard, the covers now shielding her body. It was too late, though. I’d seen her bare, and the visual was stuck in my frontal now.
“Why did you come here if you won’t speak to me?”
Because while I don’t want you, my body craves you.
I sighed. “You need to focus on getting clean.”
“And I have not?”
“You tell me.”
Solana’s eyes were downcast, and she brought her knees to her chest under the covers. “What else can I do, Shio? I’m locked in here. I have no access to the drug. Haven’t seen it at all until you came in here covered in it. And even then, I didn’t take a hit! So, yes, I’ve been ridding myself of it.”
“Aite.”
Picking up the shirt, I pulled it over my head before going into the bathroom. Grabbing my stuff from the counter, I placed it in the pockets and stuffed my feet into my shoes. Deciding the clothes were wet enough, I turned the shower off, looked around the bathroom one last time, and turned the lights off.
“So, that’s it. You’re leaving?”
“I am. Ion need real nigga rehab.”
She scoffed at my snarky reply, and I felt like a fuck nigga for a second before I shook the feeling. Solana may have been something I craved, and I was fighting to keep my hands off of her, but I wasn’t too gone to forget she was just snorting cocaine in my house weeks ago. I watched as she brushed a damp strand from her face. Her eyes squinted, and the attitude on her face wasn’t as intimidating as she thought.
“Well, whatdoyou need, Shio?” I didn’t respond, letting my eyes roam her face as she continued to grow frustrated with me. “You only need to make me feel good? Like you do Uriah? Is that what brings you joy?”
“I don’t eat Uriah’s pussy, Solana.”
“Okay,Bahati.She’s in your home. Seems like youlovehousing girls straight out of México City.”
“You want to argue, Solana?” I cocked my head. This was new, coming from her.
“I want understanding. I want to know what is next? For me… For us?”
“There is no us, Solana. It’s ayou. It’s ame.”
“Then why did you come here?!” Her voice cracked, her emotions coming forth.
I rubbed my hand down my face. I wasn’t trying to upset her. “Because…”
“Because, what, Shio?”
“Because I fucks with you. I shouldn’t… I damn sure ain’t got no room to fuck with you. But I do. Aite?”
“What does that even mean?”
“Solana, baby… Your English ain’t that fuckin’ broken. I fucks with you means just that. I fucks with you.”
“Do you fucks with Uriah? Bahati?”
“I do.”
“Well, I don’t want you to fucks with me then.” She turned her face away, and her profile was just as perfect as the front view.
