“What’s up, Nevaeh?”
Instead of giving me details on what was inside of the containers, she took a seat next to me.
“Everything okay?”
“It will be.”
Her hand rested on my knee.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
I turned toward Nevaeh, taking a good look at her soft brown skin. She was a far cry from Hyphen–physically, mentally, and emotionally. However, her presence was slowly easing whatever was causing chaos in my chest.
I chuckled, shaking the thoughts from my head.
“What’s funny?”
I shook my head.
“Nothing.”
“I’m serious. I’ve never seen you look so… down. Not since, well. You know.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“So,” she leaned closer. “Either tell me what’s going on in that head of yours or tell me if there’s anything I can do to help.”
“Unless you can suck dick, Nevaeh, with all due respect, ain’t shit you can do for me. But, I appreciate the meal.”
She got the hint and stood immediately.
“I’ll let you be.”
‘Preciate that, too.
I watched as she made her way toward the gate. Before she pushed it open, she turned back and headed in my direction. With her arms folded over her breasts, she sighed.
“For the record, I can suck dick.”
“You ain’t come back to tell me that, Nevaeh.”
“I didn’t. I came back to tell you that I’ve been wanting to suck yours for the last three years.”
I wasn’t surprised. She pranced up and down the street all evening hoping to run into me. She sat on her porch waiting for me to leave home. She cooked for me. She offered to clean for me.
“Closed mouths don’t get fed,” I told her, ashing my blunt.
I stood up and dusted my jeans. With Nevaeh on my heels, I entered my home.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
Players fuck up,too
“Ugh!”
“Look, it’s not that bad, honestly, friend.”
