“I can’t keep sharing you.” I sighed, resting my head on my chest.
“I’m not asking you to.”
“But you are. As long as you have Mixie, you’re asking me to share. You can’t deal with the thought of me being with another nigga, yet I’m supposed to be okay with you being with another bitch.”
“Juniper, give me a little more time to get shit in order. I got a lot of shit going on right now.”
“I don’t know, Faheem.” I sighed because I felt myself wanting to give into Faheem.
“Just come lay down with me. A nigga tired as fuck. I wanna hold you so I can think. I think better when you in my arms.” Faheem might have asked me, but he still easily lifted me off my feet, carrying me over to my bed.
“What was the point of you asking me if you were gonna make the decision for me?” I asked once he placed me in front of the bed.
Leaning to the side, Faheem reached around me, pulling my comforter back. Using his head, he motioned towards the bed. “Get in,” he lazily commanded.
Giving him a dirty look over my shoulder before letting out a defeated sigh, I got in the bed. This was a losing battle. Scooting all the way over, I watched as Faheem stripped from his clothes down to his boxers. Then he slid his lanky frame into the bed immediately pulling me in his arms.
“Stop,” I said, smacking his hands when he tried to pull my nightgown off my body. “I’m not fucking you.”
“I’m not tryna fuck you. I just wanna feel your skin on mine. Chill, and let me hold you,” Faheem softly replied, taking my gown off like he intended. “You still love me?”
“That’s a dumb question, Faheem.” I sighed, relaxing into the warmness of his chest.
“It’s not. You went this entire day without telling me you love me. I ain’t fuckin’ with that. I need to hear you tell me you love me everyday.”
I smacked my lips ‘cause this nigga was full of shit, he knew he didn’t give a damn about me not telling him I loved him. “Let Mixie tell you that shit.”
“Ion wanna hear that shit from her. I want to hear it from you. Let another day go by without you telling me you love,” Faheem threatened me.
“Alright, I hear you.”
“But you still ain’t told me you love me yet.”
“I love you, Faheem.” My eyelids were getting heavy. Sleeping in his arms was my favorite place to sleep.
“I love you more, Juniper. We gon’ figure this shit out.”
“Okay, Faheem,” I answered, half sleep.
“Can I have a kiss, Juni?”
“Hell no. I meant what I said.”
“So, you ain’t gonna kiss me until I stop eatin’ Mixie’s pussy?”
“Yup.” I put extra emphasis on the P, making it pop.
“But I can fuck you and her with the same dick?”
“Not raw, you finna start using a condom. Ion know what she doin’ with her pussy,” I smartly replied, since Faheem wanted to be a smart ass.
Kissing his teeth Faheem gave me a look that could kill. “Yeah, aight. Keep playin’ ima sit yo ass in time out.”
“Nigga, you can’t sit me down.”
“Talk yo shit now, but when I put this baby in you, we ah see.”
“When I say over my dead body, I mean that. Now, go to sleep before I put you out my room.” Faheem loved to talk my ear off when I was trying to sleep. Not tonight, he’d worked my nerve enough for the day.
