Bulldozer
If I said it was a surprise and to dress comfortably, would you be down?
Oh! A surprise?
Bulldozer
You’ll love it and I promise to feed you…
I get to be with my man and he’s going to feed me? I’m down! *kissy face* I’ll be ready when you get here.
I press send and then realize what I sent and I think about editing the text but he’s already read it. Shit. Though I may have jumped the gun, it feels completely right and a soft smile washes across my face when I see his three little bubbles turn into a reply.
Bulldozer
I like being yours. See you in a bit, Babygirl.
Unconsciously my lips part and I read his text again. He likes being mine. The thought of a surprise date, mixed with his words, gives me a bounce to my step.
I’ve never been a spontaneous person, but Jameson makes me want to try new things. He makes me want to put myself out there and I truly don’t even care what we are doing as long as I’m doing it with him.
Without a second thought I punch in Paloma’s number and video call her.
“Hola, you beautiful bitch! What’s up?” Her voice comes through the line and it matches her smile.
“Jameson just told me he likes being mine and switched plans up on me! And I need help choosing something comfortable, but an outfit that will keep his eyes on me.” I bite my bottom lip with excitement.
“Babe, you are worried about his eyes being on you and he just told you he likes being yours?” she shouts through the phone, shimmying her shoulders. “I don’t think you will have any issue with him keeping his eyes on you. Have you seen how he looks at you?”
I know she’s right, so I tell her so. “I don’t know where we are going. He told me to dress comfortably.”
I rummage through my closet, grabbing a few different options that we can pick from. We both settle on a pair of textured, light-purple shorts; there is a small ruffle around the opening of each leg, giving it a fun flair to the comfort they offer. I give the drawstring a quick tie before pulling on the white, cropped graphic t-shirt. It’s a thrifted tee I bought years ago anddecided to cut a few inches off the bottom to give it a bit more shape and style.
“What do you think?” I sing-song as I slide on my ruffled socks and sneakers.
“Those shorts make your ass look incredible.” She bites at the air and I stifle a laugh.
She’s not wrong, taking a longer look at myself in the mirror I take in the simple outfit I have on. The cropped tee is just long enough to end right at the top of my waistline, showing the faintest amount of skin. I add on a few layering necklaces and bracelets.
“Seriously, you look hot. Spray on some perfume and get lotion on those thighs. Ow. Ow!” She mimics howling noises before she snickers.
“I love you, Lo.”
“Love you more.”
Ending the call I go to do just that. Walking into the bathroom, I unscrew the top of my vanilla bean whipped body butter and slather it on my legs. The soft shimmer in the lotion makes my skin glow under the lights; I feel comfortable and sexy as fuck. I spray on my favorite perfume to all my pulse points, including my ankles and behind my knees. If there is even a small possibility that they’ll be wrapped around his head, I want him to experience just how good I smell.
Before turning off the bathroom light I adjust my hair, it’s been a good hair day for me. My curls are still wild and sticking out wherever they choose but it’s a low frizz day, a win is a win.
I curl my lashes and use my fingers to rub a peachy-coral blush on my cheeks before applying dark-brown mascara and my chapstick. I’m keeping things simple. I don’t want to fuss over myself while I’m with him. As soon as I get my chapstick in my bag, I hear a knock at my door and the smile is right back on my face.
“Coming!” I shout to the door, knowing it’s Jameson.
Pulling open the door, the first thing I notice is his megawatt smile and how he has his locs tied up in a low bun, lengthy pieces hanging over his shoulder. I all but throw myself into his arms and he takes the opportunity to kiss me. My body molds into him as he deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist. His tongue licks at the seam of my lips and I open easily, taking him in as much as I can.
He slows the kiss and plants one more soft kiss on my forehead before he’s lowering me so my feet are fully on the ground. “Hey to you too, Babygirl!” His voice alone makes me melt.
Jameson looks so damn good. I love that he can pull off the clean and buttoned-up look like he did for the reunion, but I think his casual and laid back vibe is my favorite. His wide shoulders fill out the black graphic t-shirt which has large red letters across the front of his strong chest. Smiling up at him, I slide my finger into the buckle of his black belt. His brown Dickies land just above his ankle with a distressed hem meeting his white socks and black vans.
