“Flocco? Seriously? How’d you get into my house?”
“Gimme a kiss.”
“No. Not until you tell me how you got into my house?”
“Don’t worry ‘bout all that. Gimme a hug.”
“FLOCCO,” I yelled, pushing him away.
He didn’t budge. Instead, he wadded my shirt in his hand and pulled me even closer, pressing his lips against mine. When he pulled back, I was breathless.
“I made a key,” he confessed, dangling a key in front of me.
I reached up to snatch it but I wasn’t quick enough.
“How’d you make a key and I’ve never given you my key?”
“That liquor gon’ cost you every time,” he sniggered.
“Oh, that’s low. While I was drunk?”
“Passed the fuck out. Gotta be more careful.”
I squinted my eyes and peered at him in disbelief. On one hand I was repulsed by the idea of a man having access to my home.
My personal space.
My independence.
My sacred grounds.
My little corner of the world.
But, on the other hand, it was Flocco. And somehow, he was different from the others. Somehow, I didn’t mind him having a key to my home. The protests that were at the tip of my tongue stayed in place, never leaving my mouth.
“For your peace of mind and mine, understand that popping up unannounced isn’t a good idea.”
“For me or for the niggas you fucking with?”
“For you.”
“I can handle myself. Just hope them niggas can do the same.”
“Your delusion is appalling– To say the least.”
“I really don’t give a damn what you talking about right now, Hyph. I’m trying to get into some Trouble. I have a twelve-hour road trip and I want to take you with me. How fast can you get ready?”
“Today? Right now?”
“Yes. Right now.”
I sighed with a shake of my head.
“What?” Flocco asked.
As much as I wanted to deny him, I couldn’t.
“I’m on my period,” I whispered as if I didn’t want the person I was talking to, to actually hear me.
