“Weh yuh mind gone?” he murmurs, eyes soft but full of fire, and it twists something deep inside me.
This man… he burns under my skin.
“Stay deh,” I whisper, looking away, heart pounding loud enough. I’m sure he can hear it.
“Mami?” His voice is low again, pulling me back like gravity, smooth and urgent.
I try to ignore him, but he keeps calling, steady, patient, like he’s waiting for me to give in. Finally, I meet his eyes. His smile is goofy, disarming, familiar and I laugh, breathless.
“Gwan, nuh man,” I say, shaking my head, cheeks aflame, caught somewhere between resistance and wanting all of him.
He steps inside the bathroom. The door clicks shut behind him, but the air still hums, thick with everything left unsaid. I suck in a breath, thighs pressed tight together.
5
Cheat
Water drums against my back, pounding steady, rinsing the hear from my skin but not the thoughts from my head. Steam coils thick in the air, fogging the glass, wrapping around me like smoke.
I lean forward, palm pressed to the cold tile. Eyes closed. Zara flashes behind my lids, her body beneath me, back arched, breath catching, fingers digging into the sheets. Jah jah.
Missionary. A neva suh’m mi rate. Too tender. Too intimate. Too close. But with her? Mi damn near lost control. And mi know why.
Mi in love wid har. And that’s dangerous.
Not because love soft, but because when a man like me love a woman, it change everything. Mi don’t think the same. Don’t move the same. That kind of love can make you hesitate at the wrong time, and in my world, hesitation get you killed. Even after she rode her high, I stayed. Held her. Rubbed her belly.Watched her… man all a get jealous cause she a scroll through some likkle silly app. I blow out a breath, sharp and low, twist the knob. Water cuts. Silence comes down heavy.
I step out. No towel, allowing the air to slap my bare skin. The air shifts with me, thick with heat, thick withher. I walk across the room, with quiet confidence. She’s watching. I feel her eyes without looking.
I turn my eyes to her and smirk. Her eyes parting in that drowsy way, tracking the sway beneath my hips. What’s swinging between my legs is heavy, and clearly a magnet, her eyes like a coin, sticking to it. I don’t say a word. I move like I don’t even notice.
But I do.
I pull on a polo underwear, then some LV shorts, the fabric hugging my hips. White tees over my head. Her gaze trails the whole process like it’s her favorite show.
Still curled on her side. Belly soft beneath the blanket. Mouth slightly open. I step to the bed, towering over her, she’s now ‘sleeping.’ I tap her arm, she plop her eyes open.
“What?” she has an attitude.
“Hey watch how you a talk to me,” my hand finds her throat.
She squints up at me, rolls her eyes. “Yuh nuh see mi did a sleep?”
“Unless me nuh know what sleep is. Yuh did a stare pan man.. But it’s two now. Come on. Yuh cya stay in the bed all day.”
She turns her face into the pillow. “Nickoi, lef’ me alone.”
I stare at her blankly.See wah mi a talk bout?
Fi have a gyal—well, mek mi rephrase that. She’s a different kind o’ girl. But fi have a woman a talk to me so foreign to me enuh.
A cause she pregnant mon.
“Get up.”
“Nah get up… I want to sleep,” she says, her tone laced with attitude.I reach down and wrap my hand gently around her throat, not hard, just enough for her to feel it. Her breath catches, and her eyes jump to mine, wide with surprise.
“Watch how you a talk to me, yer G?” I say, calm but firm.
