Page 108 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

I walked past her to the couch. “Just a lil’ somethin from ya man. Go put that shit on.”

Without another word, Nylah walked off to the bedroom while I sat there and made a reservation. Once that was set, I got up and went into my other bedroom and pulled out something all black to wear.

I took a shower, lined myself up, got dressed, and walked out with just enough time to see my bedroom door open and for her to walk out.

“Wow,” I said, speechless.

I picked out a long, fitted red cotton skirt and a red top that pushed her up and out just right, with heels to match.

“What you say wow fa?” she asked playfully.

I smirked. “Because my girl looks fine as hell.”

I took her hand and spun her around in a circle, then pulled her into me.

“You ready?” I asked.

She smiled. “Let’s do it.”

I took Nylah’s hand and led her out to the whip and helped her in.

I slid into the driver’s seat and glanced over at her as she fixed her top. The soft scent of whatever she had on filled the car, and I just sat there for a second.

“You gonna keep staring or we leavin'?” she asked.

I smirked and started the car. “I'm driving.”

She laughed under her breath and leaned back in the seat while I pulled off. The ride was smooth, not too much talking, just her playing with the radio and me glancing ova every now and then, still taking her in.

I pulled up to the spot and got out, then walked around to her side before opening the door. She stepped out, fixing her skirt again, and I took her hand and led her inside. Heads turned a lil’, but I didn’t pay it no mind. I already knew she looked good; then you put us together, and we were a toxic ass match.

We got seated in a booth and sat close together, ordered our food, then ignored the whole room.

We talked about random shit, laughed, and I continued to remind her I wasn’t playing bout her or us.

At some point, she leaned back and looked me up and down with a smirk. “I like this version of Rosama.”

I raised a brow. “This version? What is different about me?”

“Yeah, you seem like you know what you want.”

I nodded. “I knew what I wanted since I told you that. That otha shit was…a misunderstanding.”

She held my gaze for a second, then nodded like she was accepting that, even if she was still thinking bout it.

We ate our food, but took our time leaving; neither one of us wanted to rush the moment.

When we got back in the car, she kicked her heels off, tucked her legs up, and turned slightly toward me.

“You comin’ back home with me, or you goin’ to your crib?” I asked.

She smirked at me. “I'm goin’ home with you.”

I nodded and placed my hand on her thigh.

When we got back to the crib, I grabbed the duffle bags outta the trunk and carried them inside and tossed them on the floor. The night had settled in, and I was low-key tired. I kicked my shoes off as I sat on the couch and watched her for a second as she set her heels down and walked toward the kitchen.

She came back out with a bottle of water and lay against me.