“Like what?” He questioned, before kissing my lips.
“Ricky,” I whined, as a chill shot up my spine.
“Ricky, what? Hmm?” He placed his forehead on mine.
I exhaled, while my heart raced. “If my mama knows, then she’ll weigh in. Judge it. And you don’t know that side of her. You like her, because you know her as Ricky’s son. She’s different when you’re dealing with Summer’s mama.”
“I hear you, Summer…but Ion care. If you scared, then go to church.”
Chapter 7
Standing outside of my truck, I kept trying to situate my hair around my neck. It was the first day back from Christmas break at school, and my morning was already off to a crazy start.
I’d tried telling Breeze to sleep in his bed, but he wouldn’t listen. Instead, he camped out in my room, as he’d been doing every night, and fucked me, until the sun was rising.
So, I hadn’t had very much sleep, and had just realized that there was a huge hickey on the side of my neck, when I checked my reflection, before getting out of my truck.
“What chu doing all that for?” Breeze questioned, as he stood beside me, peering down at me.
Claiming that he was going to let me take a nap, on the ride there, since I was still sleepy, he’d driven my truck on campus. Meanwhile, his car was at home, parked in the driveway. And now, we were standing in the student’s parking lot, preparing to head into the main building.
“I’m trying to hide the evidence. You know what you did,” I snapped.
“For what?” He opened his arms.
I narrowed my eyes into slits. “Really, nigga? Why the hell did you mark my neck up like this?”
“Cause.” He shrugged. “I can.”
I shoved him back, before I heard heavy footsteps approaching us. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Harlem stepping up.
“Aye, what’s up?” He spoke, voice dripping in sadness.
Seeing him, I felt so bad. With Breeze tripping, I hadn’t spoken to him since Christmas morning. Even when he’d popped up at the house a couple of times, Breeze refused to let me answer the door. So, I could only imagine what was going through Harlem’s head.
“Hey,” I spoke back, as I turned to face him. While literally feeling the heat radiating off Breeze’s body.
I watched as Harlem’s eyes traveled to Breeze, who was still standing right next to me. Awfully closely. Our arms were literally kissing. “What’s up, bro?”
Breeze shrugged. “Aint shit.”
Harlem nodded. “But aye, let me holler at Summer, right quick.”
Breeze briefly paused, looking like he was fighting against himself. Turning to gaze up at him, I pleaded with my eyes, hoping that he didn’t blow up the spot.
“Alright. You got it,” he conceded, before stepping backwards, then turning around, and strolling off.
Harlem shook his head. “I don’t know what’s up with him, but that nigga’s energy aint been right.”
I sighed. “What did you wanna talk about?”
Harlem’s eyes locked with mine. “Shit, everything. Let’s talk about how you just flipped the script on me. You stopped answering my calls. Ghosted me on Christmas. The fuck did I do?”
Anxiously, I kept brushing my hair against my neck, trying to keep that huge ass passion mark covered. “You didn’t do anything, Harlem.”
“Okay. So, what’s the problem?” He opened his arms.
I took a deep breath. “I think that we should break up.”
