“Com’ere,” he said.
She stood with her arms folded across her chest. She was stubborn and she wanted to glue her feet to the carpet, super glue them so she wouldn’t follow his commands. When he held up her keys as bait, Charlie crossed the room.
“Shit gon’ sound crazy, Bird, but I need you to put your hands on me,” he said.
Charlie’s heart ached. He was asking for her to torture him. He had just yoked her up in the bathroom for the very same thing and here he was asking for her to bring him pain. She knew it was all mental. The OCD was extreme and was a mental chain he had created in his mind. She didn’t know why, but they existed. It had taken his all to let her in that first night; now, here he was again, unlocking his mental, fighting himself to connect with her.
“You humiliated me,” she whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek.
“Nobody knows we slept together unless you out here telling people,” he said, frowning because he wanted his business to be his business and if she was spreading it, he had an issue with that. The audacity of this nigga to think heowned the stories of her vagina. If Charlie wanted to tell it, she would tell it. She hadn’t, but if she wanted to, she would.
“I know! I’m judging myself! I wasn’t worth a call?” she asked.
He leaned forward and held his hand up to her exposed thigh. He thought twice before touching her skin, but he did it anyway. Then, his other hand gripped her waist and he pulled her down onto him. Her thighs spread over him and he lifted a bit, pressing his dick into her as one hand went to her ass, the other gripped her chin.
“I wanted to call. You’re fucking trouble. Goddamn, you’re trouble, Bird,” he said. “I’m touching fire and I don’t even give a fuck that it burns. What you call that? Huh? Cuz I call it crazy,” he said.
“You hurt my feelings,” she said. “I can’t do this with somebody that can pick me up and put me down without notice. That one night made me want it all. I wanted more and you just seemed to go on with your life like it didn’t even happen.”
Demi’s chest was ripped open. He could feel it. It was a hurt he hadn’t felt before. It was a gutting of his entire being. She wanted his heart in her hands and she wouldn’t stop until she had it.
“A nigga life been on pause since that night,” he said. “Shit that made sense before don’t make sense no more, Bird. I wanted to call. Me staying away was for you, cuz if I did what I wanted to do, I would ruin you.”
Charlie put her hands on the sides of his face, and he pulled in air through clenched teeth. It was like she had poured alcohol over an open wound.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you in the bathroom earlier.” The remorse in his tone was heavy and she nodded.
“I know,” she whispered. “You can’t make me fall in love with you and then punish me for it,” she said. “Staying away from me so I can’t touch you is punishment. It’s not fair.”
The air was so damn thick. It pushed on his chest as he palmed her face too. Forehead to forehead, he breathed heavy. CPR. He needed to be resuscitated. Demi was overstimulated and he just needed it to stop.
Let her go, nigga,he thought.
Don’t let me go.Was the thought that countered his, running through her mind simultaneously. An unheard argument, a struggle for power. Neither knew who would win.
His hands didn’t move. Her mind was stronger.
Say, man, what the fuck?
This was sorcery. She was ordering his steps.
Kiss me, Demi,Charlie thought.
His lips touched hers. He damn near growled as Charlie pushed her tongue into his mouth.
“I love you, Demi,” she whispered, pulling back.
Fuck.Demi was mindfucked. Charlie was talking that talk... that talk that made niggas run for the hills, and he felt like a bitch because if he had panties, she would be finessing him out of them with only words. It was the need in her voice that made his dick ache. He believed her when she said she missed him. He knew that feeling. Even after one night.
This bitch crazy, man,he thought. He could see them six months from now. She would be busting windows out of his car and putting sugar in his tank. That had to be her vibe. She was saying I love you too soon, letting her pussy do the talking. He wanted to warn her but damn it if he didn’t feel the shit too.
“You ain’t known me long enough to love me, Bird. You don’t know what you asking for,” he replied.
“I don’t care. I feel what I feel, and it was more than sex. Maybe it’s stupid. Maybe I’m childish, but is it impossible? To find one person out of the seven billion people on the planet that just makes you feel shit in your stomach? A little sick. A little afraid. A little giddy. I been in love with you. Since the club. So,if you’re not going to be around. If you can’t stick around, or if you’re going to disappear or if this is too much too fast, then let me know. This ain’t normal. You’re not normal but I like the kind of crazy I am when I’m with you,” she admitted. “It’s insane, right? To say that to somebody you barely know?”
Demi knew it was a slippery slope they were sliding down. His feet weren’t rooted in the ground. Neither was hers. It was the type of impulsivity that would leave someone wounded. He had a family at home but with Charlie’s hands on his face, with her breath in his lungs, with these thighs wrapping his waist and his dick hardening by the second, he pushed them to the back of his mind.
“Yeah, Bird, you a little crazy,” he groaned. “But I’m a little crazy too.”
