“There’s that smooth shit I was talking about.”
“And I mean every word.”
He plucked up his bottle of water and I watched him take a drink. He set it back down.
“How often do you get tested?”
I didn’t laugh, smirk or hesitate.
“Every six months but I haven’t slept with anyone since I’ve been a civilian.”
“Why not?”
“Haven’t had the desire. Why? Are you offering?”
“I guess we’ll see.”
“I guess we will.” I handed him the club and maneuvered around him so he could hit.
He was good at taking directions and applying them immediately. I took note of that.
We took a brief break to eat the wings we had and I finished up the beer. Then, we got back to playing. I took a second win. I flexed one of my muscles and danced a little bit to the song that was playing.
“Fuck out of here,” Bishop grumbled while he tapped some things on the screen. “Stop all that dancing shit and swing.”
“You want to go a third time?”
“Fucking right. We gon’ play till I win and you better not let me win either.”
“Yes sir.” I snickered but walked to the little area to take my first swing of the third round.
Bishop and I ordered some quesadillas and some more water while we played the third round and the food was there by the time we finished so we sat down and just ate, laughing and joking throughout the entire thing.
By the time we wrapped it up for the night I knew that even only two dates in I was fucked. I liked Bishop, impending marriage or not.
He let me play my music while he drove us back to the club and when we got back, he parked beside my ride. The club was jumping and the parking lot was pretty packed. I glanced around the parking lot automatically, the constant burning desire I had to have my head on a swivel making itself known.
I checked my phone before looking at Bishop again.
“So, I’ll plan the next one and let you know?” I offered.
“I look forward to it,” Bishop adjusted how he was sitting in his seat.
We both glanced at each other, both of us fully facing forward but our heads turned to the side. Bishop cut his lights and we didn’t say anything for several minutes. Bishop broke the silence with a small laugh and I had no choice but to follow suit.
“This was nice,” Bishop said.
“Yeah. It was.” I looked back at him. “I had a good time.”
“Me too.”
“You scared yet?”
“Why would I be scared, Asante?”
“You walked into this shit scared, Bishop.”
“You think so?”
