“I’m serious,” Lamar said as he walked back from picking up dinner. “I thought for sure I had the room to myself. He came out the bathroom like a ghost, and it took everything in me to not knock his ass out.”
Amused, I collapsed back on my bed. “So, you didn’t hear him at all?”
“No! I was on the phone with Bill when I came in. I put my shit down, sat at the desk, finished the conversation with him. Turned around, and this dude was just easing out the bathroom like a cat burglar. The toilet ain’t flush, the shower wasn’t on, I was at that desk on the phone with Bill for at least five minutes. I don’t know what the fuck he was doing in there. I just know he came out on some creep shit, and now I gotta go back in there and sleep in the bed three feet away.”
My head fell back, and a whole new round of laughter erupted from me. “That is too funny! This cannot be true!”
“It’s true.” He chuckled. “Everything but the creep part because Leon seems cool. But he did come out that bathroom like a ghost, and when I turned around, I jumped a little bit and threw my fist up. I was about to square up with a ghost. Scared or not, he was going to feel these hands.”
I was still cracking up when he got to his hotel room.
“I’m walking in now. It looks like Leon is still out,” he informed me.
Checking the clock, I saw it was almost ten o’clock. “He has an hour before lights out.”
“Yeah. They take that curfew shit serious, too. If…” The muffledsound of him getting undressed made his voice far away. “… wouldn’t be sleep right now.”
“I missed that last part,” I interjected.
“Oh, I said if we had our date tonight, we wouldn’t be ’sleep right now.”
My entire body perked up at his words. “Oh?” I licked my lips. “What would we be doing?”
“There’s a concert happening in Baltimore tonight. I wanted to take you.”
My nipples were hard for nothing.
“Oh.” Realizing I sounded disappointed, I tried again with a more upbeat tone. “Oh wow! That would’ve been cool. The last time I saw live music was at that jazz festival with my aunt and your mom. Next time, let’s do it.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Why’d you say ‘oh’ like that at first?”
“I do-don’t know… um, like what?” I stammered.
“What did you think I was going to say?” he asked softer, sexier.
“I didn’t know,” I whispered, tweaking my nipples to alleviate some of the tension.
“Because if you wanted me to tell you everything I wanted to do with you this weekend, I could.”
“I’d like that a lot. Because as happy as I am for you, I was really,reallylooking forward to being with you.”
Pinching my nipples again, I swallowed hard.
“I wanted to be with you, too.” As if he could see me, Lamar groaned. “You don’t even know how bad I want you.”
“Because you don’t tell me,” I blurted.
“Jazz, I think about you in general all the time. I think about how good you are, how funny you are, how much I like you as a person. And I like to keep that at the forefront because I think about your pussy, how you feel, how you taste, how you look, how you sound almost just as much. The only reason I don’t bring up sex with you is because I don’t want you to think that’s the only thing I want from you. Since the first time we had sex—” He interrupted himself. “Shit. Leon’s back.”
Seconds later the sound of the door hitting the wall followed by a goofy chuckle filled the background of his space.
“What’s up, man? Damn! Why’d you open the door like that?” Lamar greeted him.
“I wanted to make sure you heard me this time,” Leon said loudly. “Didn’t want to scare you again.”
Lamar and I burst out laughing at the same time. The sexual tension that had been brewing between us dissolved into chaotic amusement as he went back and forth with his roommate.
“Nah, your creep ass was hiding in the bathroom!” Lamar retorted. “I’m on the phone.”
