Today, I felt like getting some fresh air, so after washing my face and brushing my teeth, I put my hair in a bun on the top of my head, dressed in workout clothes, grabbed my phone, headphones, fanny pack, and a bottle of water and headed out.
I’d been listening to an audiobook by Monica Walters called Rounds, so I pressed play before doing a few stretches. Dr. Israel had my attention from the first chapter because he was a nasty nigga, and I loved every bit of it.
A few minutes later, I started the timer on my watch and began walking briskly. Although I lived in a safe neighborhood, I was always aware of my surroundings as I followed my route, which I changed every few weeks, nodding at my neighbors who had the same idea this morning, and waving at those who were already headed to work.
As I approached a house that had recently been occupied, the garage door opened, and a car began backing out. I stopped infront of the house to wait for the car, and it seemed the driver stopped in the driveway to let me walk by. When I realized it, I trotted past quickly, then continued my walk.
Seconds later, I felt a hand on my shoulder, startling me and causing me to turn around, swinging. When I saw who it was, I snatched my headphones off with one hand and covered my chest with the other.
“Nigga, are you crazy!” I shouted.
“My bad, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you, but you didn’t hear me calling you.”
“Duh! I’m wearing headphones. What do you want?”
I hated how attracted I was to him, so I tried to hide it with attitude. I was pretty sure he saw right through my act, or he would’ve left me alone by now. I folded my arms over my chest because my nipples had betrayed me once again.
“I just wanted to say good morning.”
I smacked my lips and rolled my eyes before saying, “Good morning. I didn’t know you lived over here.”
“Now that you know, will you come visit me?”
“Kilo, please.”
“I checked the National Association of College Sports rules, and I didn’t see anything that prohibits us from dating.”
“You probably didn’t do a thorough job, but not dating has more to do with my son than NACS rules.”
“I’m sure if we talked to?—”
“I already told you, I don’t need Nyeem’s permission. If we date and things don’t work out, I don’t want you taking it out on my son on the field.”
“I wouldn’t do that.”
“You’re saying that now, but when feelings are involved, things happen.”
He looked at me for too long, with an intensity that made my pussy throb, and neither of us said a word. I wanted to lookaway, but his eyes held mine hostage. Finally, he spoke in a voice so low, I almost didn’t hear him.
“I’ve imagined myself loving you in so many ways.”
Before I could think about it, I asked, “How many?”
He stepped into my space, forcing me to lift my head ever so slightly.
“There’s only one way for you to find out.”
He pressed his lips against mine before I could protest, not that I would have. Like every other time our lips had touched, I wanted more of him. As his tongue dipped in, out, and around my mouth, chills traveled through me. There was no denying how much I wanted this man.
When I heard myself moan, I knew we were getting carried away, and I tore my mouth from his. My breathing was labored from just a kiss, and that shouldn’t have been the case.
“I have to go,” I said.
“There you go running again.”
“I’m not running. I have to go to work.”
“Give me your number, track star.”
