“Twenty-six. You?”
“I’m twenty-six, too, but I asked because you have plenty of time to fall in love, still, Shad. Do you want kids?”
“If I don’t see myself falling in love, Daee…Why would I want any kids?”
We held a stare, and then she tittered. “One day, she’s gonna come along and change your mind. Just watch.”
Chapter Four
Iturned…or at least attempted to. Something was weighing heavily on my legs. I groaned, trying to move my leg again.
“Be fuckin’ still.”
My eyes popped open. I wiped the sticky, wet crust out of my eyes and saw Shad lying on me. I mean comfortable too. His long body was sprawled out on the couch, and his upper body was on me., arms on either side of my legs, one underneath. He was on me as if I were his woman or something.
“What the hell?” I exhaled. “Can you get up?”
The last thing I remembered was us watching all the Home Alone movies last night. Shad smoke blunt after blunt alone. Now that I think of it, I probably caught a damn contact high and fell asleep.
“Shad!”
“What?” he barked back as if I was the one in the wrong. As if I was the one who was on top of him.
“I gotta pee!” I screeched. “Move!”
Huffing and grunting, Shad rolled over to the side, his face now against the back of the couch. He mumbled something, butI couldn’t understand a word he said. My legs ached from his heavy ass. I tossed the blanket off my leg and onto his face and stood.
I wanted to look outside to see if it was possible that the snow was melting and I could go home, but first, I had to pee. Shuffling to the bathroom, I handled my business. After washing my hands, I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair a little bit. There wasn’t much I could do with it since I didn’t have a brush and edge control. I’m glad I wasn’t on any medicine that, in order for me to live, I’d have to take it every day, because then I’d just be dead.
Peeking out the window after leaving the bathroom confirmed it. The snow hadn’t let up, not one bit. The snow was covering the window. All I saw was white. This wasn’t good.
“Snow melting?” Shad asked, walking over with one hand in his joggers as he adjusted himself. He was still shirtless.
“No,” I mumbled. “This is crazy.”
“Awww, karma came back real fast on yo ass when you threw my shit,” he teased, heading toward his room. “Karma knocked you in the back of the head.” Shad walked down the hallway laughing like a damn hyena at his own jokes.
“Fuckin’ lunatic,” I mumbled.
I sighed, entering the kitchen. I was so big on Christmas. I loved the decorations, the carolers, the pine scent, the whole nine. My apartment was decked out before Thanksgiving with a big, fat tree in the corner covered in lights, ornaments, and tinsel. Shad’s place had no…soul.
I opened the fridge, stomach growling. I scanned the contents, trying to figure out what to cook. French toast sounded amazing right now. That was one of my favorite breakfasts when I did have time in the mornings. Sprinkled with powdered sugar, but I knew this nigga didn’t havethatin his kitchen.
I felt a pang of homesickness as I moved around, so sharp it almost took my breath away. My eyes watered, and I swiftly wiped them with my arm. I wanted my bed. My own couch. My clothes. My fuzzy bear slippers. My own shit.
I smelled Shad coming back down the hall before I saw him. His body wash was intoxicating, even on my body.
Shad clapped his hands together. “What’s on the menu, love?”
“Love?” I snickered. “Boy, that doesn’t even sound right coming out of your mouth.”
“Aight. What’s on the menu, bitch?” My eyes narrowed. “Is that better? Hell, I was trying to be nice to yo ass.”
“Well, don’t,” I said, turning from him. “Especially if that shit is just forced.”
“I want to ring yo fuckin’ neck.” My breath hitched when I felt Shad on my backside. His dick was pressed into my back. Heavy. Long. Thick. That’s what it felt like. “You like to argue, huh? You like make-up sex? Rough shit? Lemme guess…you like that pussy ate as an apology?”
A shiver ran through me, and I hated myself for that. I hated how my knees attempted to give out on me, and I had to hold on to the counter. I hated how my clit began to throb, and the seat of the boxer-briefs Shad had lent me was now wet. My nipples were pebbling under the thin fabric of his shirt. I needed space. I needed his ass to…
