“You want another one, baby?” she asked.
“Nah, I’m good. You can have that one.” My mind was still fucked up about what happened earlier, and we hadn’t had a chance to talk about it. I didn’t play that fucking around with my ass shit. I only fucked with women, and that was the only way to go for me.
If other niggas were on some different shit, then hats off to them. I didn’t judge any man for how he got down, but I knew how I fucking rocked. She was playing with my ass, no matterhow she tried to twist that shit. But it fucked me up because for some damn reason, I was turned on like a muthafucka.
I had been a criminal defense attorney for the last nine years, and I liked to think that I was pretty intelligent. No, I wasn’t gay, and I knew that it didn’t mean that I was just because I liked what she did to me. I was just trying to figure out how to wrap my head around that shit.
As if she could read my thoughts, Kennedi smiled and walked away from the fire back to me. Rather than sitting in her folding chair, she sat on my lap. She removed her marshmallow from the stick and accepted the graham cracker and chocolate that Kerris gave her.
“Thanks, hon,” she replied, putting together her fixings for a s’more. She took a bite of it and groaned as her eyes closed.
I massaged her back gently with my hand and kept staring into the fire as I listened to all the chatter around me. The banjos continued playing despite all the conversation that was happening. People were talking about their plans for tomorrow and what they had already done thus far.
Kennedi and I hadn’t thought forward about tomorrow’s plans. We promised to take every moment one second at a time and enjoy ourselves. Kennedi finished her s’more and prepared to lick her fingers, but I grabbed them.
I licked each one, one at a time, as I stared into her eyes. When I finished, she giggled.
“Y’all might want some of these,” a lady named Prina stated as she walked around handing everyone packets of wipes.
“Thanks,” I stated as I opened them and pulled one out. I meticulously cleaned Kennedi’s hands as she kept staring at me. “What?”
“What are you thinking about? You’ve been quiet all evening, Bryse.”
“Nothing.”
“I thought we were committed to doing things differently?”
“We are, babe.”
“Then commitment means talking things out and being honest about our true feelings and concerns.”
“It does, but this isn’t the place for that.”
She nodded in understanding before she jumped up. “Come dance with me.”
“Baby, come on. I just wanna chill,” I replied, pulling my fingers through my beard.
“Pulleez,” she begged and poked out her bottom lip.
I let her pull me up as I smirked at her little ass. “You owe me.”
“You can collect whenever you want,” she replied sensually as she looped her arms around my neck. The temperatures had definitely gotten cooler once we got into the mountains. Gone were the short denim shorts and tank top she wore up here yesterday. She was now clad in tight jeans, a pink long-sleeved cotton shirt, some suede low-heel ankle boots, a light pink, cropped puffer vest, and a pink and orange pashmina.
I had changed from my shorts into a black Nikaj jogging suit and shoes. Kenni reached up and behind me to pull the hoodie over my head. She pressed into me and tipped up on her toes. My lips brushed across hers, and she smiled into the sweetest and lightest kiss.
“I love you, girl.”
“I know you do.”
“You’ve got my head fucked up.”
“I don’t mean to. Just want you to be happy, and I know that for the longest I’ve been the source of your unhappiness.”
“I can’t blame that on you. It’s our choice whether we’re happy or not. Only I can make myself truly happy and vice versa. If I’m miserable, it’s because I choose to be. Do you bring me joy and contentment? Absolutely, you do, but at any time, Icould have walked out if I felt that you weren’t giving me what I needed. I chose to stay.”
My hands dropped down to rest on her hips.
“And I’m so glad that you did,” she replied, pressing her lips into mine.
