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“I just got here,” I replied, eyeing my surroundings.
“Really? So, you haven’t already been here for days doing old head stuff?”
“You gon’ stop calling me old, Cake. I ain’t old.”
“You’re thirty-one, that’sancient!”
“You ain’t gonna be saying that shit when you hit thirty-one.”
“Because I’m ageless. So, you still liking Brazil?”
I shrugged. “Some days. Glad to be here, though. Glad to see you.”
“Well, you just barely caught me. Got a meeting in a few minutes.”
I finally noticed the shirt she was wearing. “Resident Assistant? You working for housing now?”
She nodded, a proud grin on her face.
“Do you ever have fun, Cake?”
“Every day! Learning is fun. Serving is fun.”
“No, fun is fun. You know…dates, parties?”
“Dates and parties won’t get me a PhD. I mean, yes, I hang out sometimes, but that’s not my priority.”
I shook my head. “What about your friends? Nadia still doing okay? I remember you said losing her boyfriend the other year hit her hard.”
She sighed. “She’s the same, coping, really digging into her studies, laser focused on reaching her goals. I don’t know, though. She’s so different. So…I don’t know. Rigid?”
“More rigid than you?” I gave her a fake gasp.
She rolled her eyes. “Like I said, I do hang out sometimes. Nadia has pretty much stopped socializing at all.”
“Damn, what about—”
A knock sounded at the door and Sharla mumbled, “Brooklyn! I forgot she was coming over.”
The moment she spoke the name, my heart skipped more than a few beats. Shit, I’d missed her too.
Hopping up from the easy chair she’d been occupying, my sister answered the door, inviting her friend inside. A year had passed, a year during which she’d managed to become even more beautiful, curvier.
Her eyes found me as Sharla said, “You remember my brother, right? Vann, you remember Brooklyn?”
I nodded, and Brooklyn said, “Yeah. Hey, Vann,” so casually that I actually wondered if I’d fucked her a year earlier or if I’d dreamed the whole experience. “You got it?” she asked Sharla, her attention now completely off me.
Well, damn.
“Yes! Hold on. Let me go get it.”
Sharla left the living room, and since I couldn’t take my eyes off of Brooklyn, I saw the exact moment she decided to shift her attention back to me. Our eyes locked, but neither of us spoke. The air in the room crackled with energy, unspoken words, and an attraction so strong, it caused an ache deep inside of me from me wanting to be deep inside of her. After a damn year.
Shit.
“Here you go!” Sharla’s voice flowed back into the room before she did, holding a Romey U bookstore bag that she promptly handed to Brooklyn.
“Thank you. I can’t believe Dr. Kemp is making us buy his bogus novel for class. I’ll pay you back as soon as my aunt sends me some money.”
