“I don’t know, baby.” I rotated my fingertips, enjoying how relaxed she looked as she lifted one leg in the air. She watched as the soap trickled down from her knee to her thigh.
“So tell me something I don’t know about you,” she said, looking at me.
“Something like what?”
“I don’t know. Anything. Maybe one serious thing, and one not so serious thing.”
“Hmm, I don’t know. How about you go first. Give me a little time to think.”
“Okay, I’ll start with something unserious. Well, it’s more like a pet peeve of mine.”
I nodded, my hands sliding from her hair to her shoulders, massaging her gently.
“Alright, what is it?”
“I hate the word cock.”
I almost choked. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I hate the word cock. It’s one of the most terrible words in the English language. Hell, if it’s even a word in the English language.” She rolled her eyes. “No man should be walking around calling his dick a cock. That shit is weird.”
“Damn...okay...I wasn’t expecting that. I thought you were going to say some shit like you don’t like the tissue being turned the wrong way, or you don’t like dirty dishes being left in the sink. But no, you’re talking about the use of dick versus cock.”
“That’s because I wanted to make that pet peeve known. You know, just in case some shit like that was in your vocabulary.”
I laughed.
“I’m serious, Ocean. A word like that should never be used to describe that beautiful ass piece of meat you have in your pants.”
“Um...okay. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone refer to it as beautiful before, but thanks, I guess.”
“That’s because they were probably too busy having it shoved down their throats.”
I chuckled, knowing she was right.
It was rare that any woman had the time to just stare at my shit. If she was staring me down, that meant I had to be doing the same, and I wasn’t with all that.
“Are you saying that you’ve been staring at a nigga?” I winked.
“All the time. I know how long it is. I know how thick it is. I know how it curves just a little right at the tip.” She licked her lips. “I know every fucking thing, which is why I know that it should never be belittled and called a cock.”
Still amused, I shook my head. “Good to know. And you don’t ever have to worry about me using that shit. That word ain’t never crossed my mind.”
“Good. Now, your turn. Since I told you a pet peeve, tell me one of yours.”
I tilted my head. “When someone does something to hurt someone I care about. I’m either going to kill them or make them wish they were dead.”
She cleared her throat, her eyes wide. “Um...okay. I thought we were still doing unserious things.”
“My bad. I guess I should’ve told you where I was headed.”
“No, it’s fine. But in all fairness, I already knew that about you. I’ve seen you in action, remember?”
“Oh, right.” I took a deep breath, trying my best to think of something that didn’t make shit any darker than I’d already made it. Then it hit me. “Green bubbles.”
“What?”
“I hate green bubbles in a text thread.”
