“It’s so pretty hereand dark. It’s you coded,” she said, pushing off the island and walking toward the gray piano in front of the set of floor-to-ceiling windows. I had gone ahead and sent Bigs for her so I didn’t have to leave the house.
“Damn, so you’re calling me dark?”
“Not like that, but yes like that. Why did you have me bring my hoe bag? I’m not staying the night.”
I grinned. “Your hoe bag? And yes you are. I’m not sending you out of here at three or four in the morning. Shit, I get up at four and I want you to have breakfast with me around eleven.”
She looked at me, eyes studying me before she nodded. “No questions, just requests, huh? What is your sign?”
I chuckled. “Taurus.”
“That explains a lot.” She began moving around my living room again.
“Like what?”
“You’re bullheaded. Extremely stubborn, like it’s either your way or no way. I haven't experienced it yet, but I have afeeling it’s coming. You’re determined and sexually you’re very passionate, like even that night I was going through my shit you were.”
I tilted my head to the side with a grin. “Passionate.”
“Yes, passionate. You fucked me like you had something to prove and you took your time, like time didn’t matter.”
“It didn’t. Are you still carrying that though?” I asked, my eyes zeroing in on her because I needed to see her physical reaction to my question.
“Carrying what?” She looked confused.
“What ol’ boy did to you? Your old situation.”
She shook her head. “No. I’m not carrying that anymore.”
“Why?”
“Because it doesn’t serve me and I have no intention of going back.”
I nodded. Her reaction fit her response, so I believed her. I pushed off the wall, moving toward the couch.
“Why do you ask?”
“To make sure I’m not wasting my time.”
“Why do you think you would be?”
“Shit, you tell me.”
“You are not wasting your time, because if you’re wasting your time then I’m wasting mine as well. However, I don’t know how you could be wasting your time if you said I’m your homie.” Her expression was filled with amusement.
“That’s how you are feeling, Selah?”
“No, but those are your words.”
I laughed. “Aight.”
“Wait, why did you say it like that?”
“Like what?” I asked, a smirk on my face. It was my turn to play. I didn’t respond fast enough for her because she moved from the window to the sofa where I was in less than a second.
“Like I was the one who said homie, Indiri.”
I shook my head, eyes climbing up and down her frame as she stood in front of me. She was dressed comfortable in a pair of ash blue jeans with a cropped, gray, fluffy cardigan showcasing her flat abdomen. “Selah, leave it alone, baby. You ain’t ready for what I bring and we are homies.”
