Page 59 of Love & Streetball

I’ve never had a time like I had yesterday. We ate, played card games while the football game was on, and we ate again. Later that night, we played basketball after the food had settled. Mama had a new friend in Jalen’s mama. They promised to link up and go have a few drinks at a bar tonight since the both of them were off today.

“Weeeell,” she stretched, “Kane told me to tell you to get up and get dressed.”

I put the pillow over my head this time. “For what?”

The sheets and pillow were snatched back. “Because he wants to celebrate your day. You’re eighteen, Scottie. You’ve never really had a birthday party, so let him celebrate with you. He has a whole day planned for you he said.”

Huffing, I sat up. I told Kane that I didn’t want to do anything. I should have known he wouldn’t listen. Stretching, I stood and took off to the bathroom to shower and clean my mouth.

It took me about forty minutes to get myself together. I didn’t have a birthday outfit, so I chose black tights and a plain, royal blue cropped shirt with a hoodie with black socks and slides. Ghetto.

Kane was in the living room when I emerged from my room. Him and mama was laughing about something. I rolled my eyes at him, but my heart was skipping a beat. Kane was fine as fuck. He already had a fresh, crisp lineup for the holiday. His curly hair had some product that made his curls appear even tighter. Kane wore an orange Nike windbreaker fit with the logo in turquoise. He had custom Nikes the same color. He was fresh and he smelled so damn good.

“Happy birthday,” he cooed, causing me to roll my eyes again.

Mama was excited when she found out Kane and I made things official. Then of course, she had to have the birds and the bees talk with me when we weren’t even doing any of that. I wasn’t even thinking about doing…it. I don’t think Kane was either, but I wasn’t sure. I mean, he did it with that girl Kayla. He never pressured me about it.

“Thank you,” I murmured, walking into his extended arms. Kane wrapped them around me, kissing my temple. “What do you have planned? I just wanted to sleep.”

Kane snorted. “Of course you do. First…” He looked me over. “First we’re going shopping to get you some clothes.”

I cut my eyes to him. “Really, Kane? We can just hang out here.”

Instead of responding to me, Kane took off to the front door, prompting me to follow, sadly. The sun was beating down, causing me to shield my eyes with a hand. I was irritated and now hot. Still pouting, I climbed in the car.

Apparently, Kane thought it was hilarious. He leaned over and grabbed my seat belt to buckle me up. Kane then tweaked my chin before kissing my lips. A smile instantly spread on my lips.

I still couldn’t believe me and Kane were a couple. We went from not knowing each other, to playing ball, to hanging out, and then to this. To the now. I had someone caring, loving, and fine. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as he drove us to the mall.

Kane didn’t even flinch when he saw what I was wearing to the mall because this was how I always dressed. He didn’t care. Kane wasn’t the kind of dude that wanted me to change who I was because I was with him. Kane made a pair of ball shorts look good. He dressed in designer, but he loved Nike. He never dressed over the top, but whatever he wore, he made that shit look good. Plus, he always smelled so good. Like now, I was inhaling him in as he drove with one hand on my thigh and the other on the wheel. Fine ass.

In the mall, before I could go into any store, we grabbed a bite to eat at Starbucks, another place I’ve never had anything from so I let Kane order for me. We sat in the food court after grabbing our order. Kane had ordered both of us a bacon smoked sandwich and him an energy refresher drink, and me a caramel ribbon crunch with extra, extra caramel.

“This is really good,” I smacked.

Kane nodded with a smirk. “That’s why Starbucks is always packed.” He leaned back in his chair. Every time he moved I got a whiff of him. Absentmindedly, I squeezed my thighs together. I cleared my throat.

“What stores are we going in?” I asked, trying to forget about that feeling between my legs.

“Whatever you want to go in. It’s your world, baby,” Kane replied, winking.

I don’t know what my body was going through right now in this moment, but it needed to be stopped. My nippled were hardening and pushing up against the cotton bra. I stood, needing to move around. I stuffed the rest of the sandwich in my mouth.

“Let’s go in Rue 21,” I croaked out. Kane squinted.

“You okay?” he asked, getting worried.

I nodded and took a sip of my drink. “I’m fine. Just ready to get this day over with.”

Kane wrapped an arm around my shoulders and said, “We just getting started, baby. I can’t believe you thought I wasn’t gon’ do shit for your day.”

I turned to him and eyed his tattoos. “I want one. That’s what I want to do for my birthday.”

His brows hiked. “Get a tattoo?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. Don’t ask me what I want yet, but yeah.”

Kane chuckled and tossed his head to the side. “Aight,” he stressed. “We can do that.”