I looked to my left and right before turning around, trying to find out who the voice belonged to. My brother was inside, and I didn’t see anyone else lurking around.
“That was weird,” I whispered before returning my attention to the woman and child.
I didn’t intend to interrupt them, but my feet and brain were not on one accord, and I found myself crossing the street. Neither of them noticed me at first, but the German shepherd the young man held on a leash made sure to insert himself between us.
“Excuse me,” I said, interrupting them.
When the woman looked at me, I swear my heart skipped a beat. I could see she was beautiful from across the street, but up close, she was too beautiful for words. Her milk chocolate skinwas a shade lighter than mine, and flawless. Her eyes sparkled and seemed to be a combination of gray with a tint of hazel.
The natural hair on her head was thick and curly, but not the kind of curls you just woke up with, the kind you had to put some work into. I knew because I had to do the same with my hair when it wasn’t braided.
She had a moderately athletic build, as if she exercised for her health rather than to please others. Her breasts were more than a handful but fit her body frame well. Her waist would fit perfectly in my large hands, and I imagined gripping her round hips as she rode my dick.
“Hi. Umm, how can we help you?” she asked.
I continued to stare at her like a creep, not saying a word.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
It wasn’t until their dog came toward me, jumping up in a playful manner, that I came out of my daze.
“No, Que. Get down,” the boy said, attempting to pull the dog away from me.
“It’s okay,” I told him, showing the dog some love. “He’s friendly, huh?”
“Actually, he’s not . . . usually,” she responded.
She and the child watched, perplexed, as their dog played nice with me.
“What’s his name?”
“Herqueles, but we call him Que,” she responded. “Umm, Keelan, take Que in the house.”
Keelan pulled Que’s leash, and he responded by going with him. The beauty before me put all her weight on her right leg and folded her hands across her chest.
“I’m Graham Diggs.” I extended my hand toward her, and she looked at it but didn’t return the gesture.
“Can I help you with something?”
“I’m moving in across the street.” I nodded toward the moving truck. “I just wanted to introduce myself.”
She still looked a bit unsure, but she offered her hand and said, “I’m Naryah. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Same.”
When our hands connected, we snatched them apart and looked at each other.
“You shocked me,” we said simultaneously.
“Mom, can we order the pizza now?” her son called out from the garage.
“I’ll be right in. So, it’s pizza and movie night. I gotta go. Welcome to the neighborhood.”
She headed inside, and I watched her until she disappeared, and the garage closed. After an interaction that wasn’t more than a few minutes, I wanted to know everything about her.
I’d already peeped the empty ring finger, and there was only one vehicle in the garage. I was pretty sure she wasn’t married, but whether she had a man remained to be seen.
“The fuck are you doing over there?” my brother asked as he leaned against the side of the moving truck.
