“It’s life,” Day answered. “It’s real. Every rap nigga ain’t fronting. It’s a few of us who create from the real. Most of these niggas in this music shit just play gangster. They ain’t about it for real,” Day answered, smirking.
“You sound proud,” Stassi said.
“You sound bougie,” he shot back. “You must have come up with that silver spoon. I don’t know nothing about that.”
“I guess we’re from two different worlds,” Stassi said. Day nodded, biting his lip and staring at her for a moment longer than awkward. His glower flustered her as she iced the cake.
“What are you looking at?” she tittered nervously.
“Just looking,” Day said lazily. He hopped down off the steel table he used as a seat. He removed the apron Stassi had tasked him with. Stassi dusted her hands on her apron and then took it off.
“The wedding should be over. Come on,” she said.
Day followed her out to the main ballroom. It had taken her two hours to bake a cake from scratch. The couple was an hour into the reception by the time she showed her face. Couples took to the dance floor, dancing to love songs.
“Are you going to ask me to dance or are you too tough for that?” she asked.
Day rubbed his chin and looked out at the crowd. He was underdressed and stood out like a sore thumb, but still, he took her hand and led her onto the dance floor.
“Nah, nigga used to earn his stripes by slow dancing with bougie-ass girls like you at the parties back in the day,” he said. “Before niggas was getting any kind of pussy, slow grinding was all we had.” He chuckled and Stassi blushed, shaking her head, giggling too because she knew it was true. She remembered giving teenage boys free feels to R. Kelly as he sang about feeling on your booty.
“Is that right? Just sell us bougie girls all the dreams and break our hearts, huh?” she teased.
Let me knowwww- Let me knowwwwww
Oohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh
Let meeeee knowwwwww.
Let meeeee knowwwwww.
Let meeeee knowwwwww.
When I feellllll, what I feellllll.
“Hell yeah, back then,” Day admitted. “A nigga was just looking to rub up on something and earn his respect. Today, I’m just trying to act like I’m good enough for a girl I’m pretty sure is out of my league.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her smoothly into his arms.
Stassi blushed as she placed her hands on his shoulders while Aaliyah serenaded the room.
“I’m not out of your league,” she replied, a demure smile showing off those cheekbones her mother had blessed her with.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” he answered.
They swayed to what sounded like an angel as classic Aaliyah described Day as a positive and motivating force within Stassi’s life. His hands went from her hips to one on her upper back as he pulled her close, the other to the nape of her ass.
“You smell good like a motherfucka,” Day whispered as they swayed.
“Hmm,” Stassi whispered, her eyes closed as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I was thinking the same thing.”
It was his body for Stassi. His strength. She felt like she was wrapped in a fortress, protected and her breaths were so light she felt like she was filling with air every time she inhaled. Like she could float away.
When he extended her hand and turned her around, she smiled. He held her from behind as they two-stepped. Stassi reached behind her, her fingertips gracing his face.
Should you ever feel the need to wonder why
Let me knowwwwwww, Letttt mee knowwwwww
“Yo, a nigga ain’t danced with a pretty girl since I was 15 with whack game,” he said.
