“How are we gonna keep track of my repayment through these
actsofservices?LikehowmuchdidIknockofthebalance today?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Probably like ten dollars.” My lashes "uttered. “That wasn’t funny.”
“I wasn’t trying to be.”
“So, at this rate, when do you think that I’ll pay you of?” “Shit, probably in a year or two.”
Hearing that, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Nigga, why are you standing there playing with me?”
“I aint playing.”
“Look, whatever.” I rolled my eyes. “I just feel like we should have an understanding of what’s happening here.”
“Understanding, huh?” “Yeah.”
“Well, we can start by addressing the fact that you didn’t even apologize.”
I sighed, while panning my eyes down to the bed. “Anyway.
Yourfamilywasprettycool.”
“Oh, that’s what we doing? You just gonna act like you didn’t hear me?”
“Yep.”
Hesteppedupandfloppeddownonthebed,lyingright beside me.
I turned to face him. “What are you doing?”
He smirked, displaying his perfect white teeth and deep dimples. Up close, I could see that even his brows and lashes were of a silky texture.
Flat out, the nigga was beautiful. I had been instantly attracted to him, and that was rare for me. It was like Too Low used to have blinders on me and I couldn’t see other men. He was my universe and nothing else mattered.
However, as time coasted, I recognized my actual reality. I’d
settled with the first boy to capture my attention. Didn’t know anything outside of that, and I was now curious about the alternative. I thought about how my life would be if I wasn’t in a relationship with an inmate. I would sometimes fantasize about doing something different. Even if it wasn’t with Too Low.
And keeping it real…my interactions with Face was making me feel alive again. Everything was light. And different. Making me want to remain in his world for a while.
It was weird, honestly. I didn’t know nothing about this nigga. He probably had bitches everywhere. Definitely was a killer if he had my brother’s respect. But he was also a father. A son. A brother. And seemingly the glue that held his family together.
There were a lot of good qualities present with Face, and I was beyond intrigued. But this was also new territory for me. I usually didn’t look that deep into other men, less along actually find myself in close proximity, where there was crazy temptation.
“I’m laying across the bed like you,” Face mumbled, as his eyes gradually lowered.
“Okay. Don’t you have a bed in your room?” “I do.”
“Okay. Well, why you aint in it?” “Cause. You aint.”
I giggled. “You’re so full of shit. Why would I be in your bed?” “Why wouldn’t you be?”
“Well, for one, Ion know you like that. Secondly, I got a man.” “Umm.” He shook his head, while his eyes were closed.
“As far as I’m concerned, you single.”
“Boy, bye.” I laughed. “You can’t just erase my man. That’s not how this works.”
