Page 69 of Love & Streetball

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

I stood and pulled the sandals from their box. “I got you some flat shoes. You ain’t gotta wear heels.”

“They are cute.” She examined them. “I don’t know why you bought these expensive things, knowing I don’t wear stuff like this.” She sat on the edge of the bed and slipped the sandals on her feet, then stood back up, and wrapped her arms around me. “I appreciate all of this though. Don’t ever think I’m ungrateful.”

I kissed the tip of her nose. “Look at you. I got you all mushy and soft.”

Slim tried to push her way out my arms that I had locked around her waist, but I tightened them….

“I am not soft,” she complained.

I kissed my teeth. “For me you are, and that’s aight. I’m soft for you, too.”

Slim laughed this time. “Always have been.”

Leaning down, I kissed her. Slim’s hands slid up my chest before resting around my neck. I had planned to give her a quick kiss, but the second her lips parted against mine, I forgot all about that shit.

She pulled away first. We’re going to miss the reservation you keep talking about.”

My jaw clenched, not wanting to even leave the room anymore. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“You made me put on this tight-ass outfit, and somebody besides you is about to see it.”

“The fuck they are,” I growled out.

Slim laughed as she grabbed the small purse I had bought to go with her outfit. “You bought it.”

“And I can make you change.” I was joking, but serious at the same time.

I watched her walk toward the door, my eyes dropping straight to her ass. The skirt fit even better from the back.

Slim glanced over her shoulder. “Stop looking at my ass.”

“Turn around if you don’t want me looking. You mine. I’m supposed to look.”

She rolled her eyes and opened the door. I grabbed my phone, wallet, and room key before following her into the hallway.

The entire elevator ride down, Slim kept checking herself in the mirrored wall. She would look, glance away, then look again like she didn’t want me to catch her.

“You like the makeup,” I said.

“I never said I didn’t.”

“You told Ebony this would be the only time.”

“It probably will be.”

“Bullshit. I mean, you don’t need it.” I shrugged. “But…it makes you look even more beautiful than you already are I love you natural, so don’t think I don’t. That makeup just enhances it.”

Slim turned toward me. “I play basketball.”

I snickered with my fist to my mouth. “I knew you were gon’ say that shit.”

She punched me in my arm. The elevator doors opened, and I placed my hand against her lower back as we walked through the lobby. Heads turned when we passed, and I instantly regretted buying that damn outfit.

A nigga sitting near the bar looked at Slim a little too long.