“I’m into you.”
“And that means?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Means I’m into whatever you into… even that animal kingdom shit you be watching.”
I couldn’t hide the smile that implanted itself into my features. In less than three hours I had transformed into a bitch I didn’t recognize. One of those bitches who wouldn’t mind trying on this nigga’s skin for him.
“You gonna let me hear something or stay mute over there?”
When we locked eyes, I shook my head and he laughed. “Um, no.”
“Why not?”
“Because for me to recite poetry I gotta be inspired. I can’t be out here just throwing anything together because you wanna hear something.” I sat up to take my jacket off and put the ice cream down. I could only eat so much before my lactose intolerant belly showed its true colors.
“Aight then, come here.” He sat up and stabbed the spoon into the ice cream before placing the pint on the end table.
“For what?” I asked, confusion evident.
“Lemme give you some inspiration.” He pulled his hoodie and tee off, tossing them on the other end of the sofa.
“It doesn’t work like that, Reminisce.” I was smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.
“Wanna bet? Now get your ass over here.”
“But I’m finishing my ice?—”
“Karim.”
The way he said my full name should have been illegal because it felt like hypnotism. I was crawling down the couch to his end in seconds. I guess I took too long because he literally pulled me the rest of the way.
When I was there and comfortable, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against my chest. “You smell so fucking good.”
I didn’t know whether to thank him or melt against his face. “Thank?—”
“Don’t thank me, Rim.” His hands found the hem of my tank top. Then he eased it up my body like it was irritating him. I was left in only my sports bra while his eyes bored holes into different parts of my flesh.
“I love this tomboy shit. Especially with you.”
I smiled, cupping his hands in mine. “Better be with me only, nigga.” Then I mushed him, pressing two fingers against his temple and pushing his head to the side.
He laughed. “Man, you love beating on me.”
“Like you don’t deserve it.”
“I don’t.” His hand found my neck as he pulled me into him. “I think that beating on niggas shit gets you there.”
“Stop saying I beat on you, Reminisce. ’Cause I don’t. I jus—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence because he was nibbling at my bottom lip seconds later. Then our mouths fully collided and it was probably the hungriest I had ever been for anybody.Shit.
When air became necessary, he fell back against the couch and my hands went to his sweats.
“Nah, not yet. I’m working on your inspiration, Rim.” He leaned forward again and pressed his lips against my collarbone.
I laughed. “You’re impossible. You know that?”
“Nah. I’m ’boutta help you get some inspiration. ’Cause by morning I’m tryna hear something shake.”
“Poetry isn’t just a few words that rhyme, they’re words that flow together from your heart. It’s like flowing from?—”
