I led the way, not bothering to let him because bitterness swooned over me. Part of me don’t know why I was so bothered. Then another part of me didn’t want to care because it was nothing and I shouldn’t be in my feelings over a nigga with hot potato dick.
“It’s beautiful out here,” I muttered to myself, still in disbelief at everything around me.
Everything was so colorful and beautiful. The sun beamed directly on us, making me appreciate the fact I hadn’t forgotten to put on sunscreen today.
“It is,” He agreed from behind me. “It’s snowing where you from ain’t it?” He mentioned, making me think he was listening to my phone call too.
“How you know?” I glanced up at him as we walked on the cobblestone.
“My mama told me, she’s pissed off about it too,” he chuckled.
My brow rose. “When did you talk to her?”
“Just then,” he nodded his head toward the beach house as he stuffed his hand in his pockets. “You were ear hustling.”
My cheeks felt heated with embarrassment. “You heard me?”
“I did.” He nodded with a playful grin. “It’s cool though.”
“I thought you were talking to someone else,” I admitted shamefully.
“Nyne, I told you I’m not dating any one. I wouldn’t lie about that.” He retorted with a hint of annoyance etched in his tone.
“But the way you were talking?—”
“Huh,” he chuckled again once more. “What part did you hear?”
Mimicking his deep voice and grit, I said,“I know baby, I miss you too. You know you’re my favorite girl.”That got a loud, heart felt laughter out of him.
“That’s how you sounded,” I continued.
“Mane, what the fuck!” He chortled once the heavy laughter subside. “I ain’t sound like that.”
“That’sexactlyhow the fuck you sounded.” I spat.
Before crossing the street, I looked both ways, until he grabbed me and wrapped his arms around me, looking deep into my soul. As I stared deeply into his coffee bean colored eyes, I felt something…something that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Syxwas torturing me and making me forget the contract that kept us from forbidding the rules. It was all so simple, until it wasn’t. Emma didn’t mention this being the hard part—not being able to pull away when your mind tells you too. Instead, she raved on and on about good dick, like nothing else existed. Syx was the specimen that had me fighting my sleep last night—too busy thinking about him as I grazed my hands over my body imaging they were his.
Looking into his soul now, I felt it. He was toxic—allof this shit was toxic, because only a womanizer would think of some shit like this. His bushy brows, Jackson 5 nose and his kissable lips, were all a part of God’s gift to humanity. Shit, it was also a curse. I know women, who’d push pride to the side and bow down. Hell, I know a few who’d give him a piece of their refund check. Syx was just that damn gorgeous and staring at him now, I was realizing that I’d be making the mistake of a life time if I got too close to the deep end.
“Remember everything I said?” He asked me with his forehead pressed against mine. We were so close I could smell the minty mouthwash on his breath.
Magnetically, my arms cloaked around him too. “I don’t need a reminder,” I mumbled.
For a brief moment he stared back at me, looking over my internal wounds that hadn’t healed yet. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t do something that’s been done before?”
“I can’t give you what you’re looking for?”
I chortled. “How do you know what I’m looking for when I haven’t told you anything?”
“You’re easy to read. I see right through you Nyne. You love hard—realhard.”
“You make it sound like it’s the worse thing in the world.”
“It’s not, but that person needs to be willing to reciprocate that energy and if they can’t they don’t deserve you. Everything you feel is normal because you’re human but when it comes to your heart you have to detach yourself away from me.”
Our eyes didn’t rip away from one another. I let everything he said soak in, because he was right. He didn’t have shit to offer me and I’d be doing myself a disservice by falling for a man with nothing to give. I didn’t come on this island looking for love and I didn’t need to leave with it when time permitted itself.
