Then before I could overthink what that meant my phone started vibrating in my hand and I realized he was requesting to FaceTime me. Out of nowhere a wave of nervous energy filled my being, but not enough to stop me from pressing that green button.
“What’s up baby girl?” he asked the moment his handsome face filled the screen.
“Hi.”What the fuck was that? Who the hell says hi, Luna?
“Why does it look like you’re in a library at this time of night?” he asked almost immediately. Thank God he didn’t call me out for that awkward ass hi.
“Because I sorta am. I couldn’t sleep, so I came in here for a book.”
“Had you been here I could’ve helped you sleep and you know that much.” He winked.
I cackled. “Bye! How have you been though?”
“Life has been out here lifing on a nigga, but I’m rolling with the punches. Pops ain’t raised no bitch. When are you coming home? You got my sister and Surah thinking I did something and made you run off.”
“Soon. I never thought I’d miss bipolar weather the way I do now.”
He laughed. “Per yo’ message That ain’t the only thing you miss.” The smirk on his face was panty wetting because all I could think about was what he did with those lips. I had to keep those visions at bay though, because there were thousands of miles between us at this point.
“Don’t rub it in. But the fact that yeen said it back has me a little concerned.”
“It shouldn’t because I’ve never had a problem telling you how I felt and what I wanted from you. You’re just the one dodging any and everything I say.”
I couldn’t argue with him there. He was right. “I thought I told you we were starting over. I’m trying.”
“Bet. I do miss you though. You, lil’ mama and those bomb ass milkshakes.”
“So, it’s just the milkshakes?” I joked.
“Probably.” He winked. “Since we’re gonna see where this goes I wanna keep it a buck with you. Prove my therapist wrong and shit. Shorty says I’m unable to be open and emotionally unavailable.”
“Your therapist, Knoxx? When did you get one of those?” I was completely thrown for a loop.
“Recently. Ion tell her shit, but it’s nice to have a motherfucker listen to me sometimes when I feel like my thoughts are too dar?—”
“She has to go.” I couldn’t catch myself before those words left my lips.
“What do you mean?” he looked confused.
“If this is me and you then I don’t want another woman being your comfortable space. I want all of you, dark thoughts, and all.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Tucking my bottom lip beneath the top row of my teeth I nodded my head. I wanted to tell myself I was rushing into this, but I wasn’t. It was about time.
“Aight, bet. One more thing though.”
I tilted my head forward and raised my eyebrows ready for him to speak. Something told me to brace myself.
“I may or may not have a baby on the way by my dumb ass ex.”
“What do you mean may or may not?” I was ready to catch a whole flight. “Like a whole baby, Knoxx?”
“Before you overthink I wasn’t sleeping with her while I was messing with you. The shit happened before, and now she got me chasing her all over kingdom-com to at least b?—”
“Stop chasing her. You’ll find out when she has it.”
He and I talked for hours before falling asleep on one another. It was cute because I hadn't fallen asleep on the phone with anybody since like high school. Now I had an even bigger reason as to why I needed to go home.
