Unfazed.
Un-fucking-believably beautiful.
I hated that shit.
I also hated the way she had me wrapped around her finger.
It was partially pathetic.
I stood over her, staring down at her. Those lids were sealed, but still, she was so pretty. So poised. So perfect. So mine.
“Stop fucking playin’ on my top, Hyph.”
“If you think I let that motherfucker run his tongue across my fresh pedicure then you’re more foolish than I thought.”
My chest deflated. I decreased my volume and stepped back, putting distance between us.
“He shouldn’t be putting his tongue through them at all.”
“For fifteen thousand dollars, Flocco, I’m afraid he can. He could, at least. I’ll never see that man again.”
“You like running a nigga’s blood pressure up or some shit, Hyphen?”
She lifted up from the sheets.
“You’re acting like he put his tongue in my ass.”
I stared at her. Her face was unchanging. Baby girl was serious. Visions of me bloodying those big lips of hers played on loop in my head. However, I could never bring myself to lay a hand on Trouble.
“Get fucked up, Hyph. Get fucked up.”
“You into running red lights, huh?”
“I’m not running shit, tonight. You don’t deserve no dick.”
“But, lesson numb–”
“Here’s your next lesson… Your body belongs to me. Toes and all. The next nigga come close to them motherfuckers and I’m breaking their shit.”
“I–”
“Shut up and get ready. We’re leaving at seven-thirty.”
The smile on Hyphen’s face should’ve been my warning sign. Instead, it was the greenest light I’d ever witnessed.
“If I find that nigga, I’m shooting him twice. Once for having your number and again for being a weird ass nigga.”
The late eveningair was so much different in Miami. Felt different. Smelled different. Blew differently. Sounded differently. Howled differently.
The sun was settling in the distance, giving Hyphen an ambery glow. Dark hues rested on her back. Golden ones on her ass.
Solitude was her safe space. It was becoming more obvious. She felt safest in her own company. While I understood, it gripped at my heartstrings because it could only mean two things.
She trusted no one like she trusted herself.
