“Don’t worry about what I’m doing.” I teased back between bites. I rewarded him with a smile.
“There she goes. I got something to make ya smile wider than that.” He gave me a Styrofoam cup and I took it happily. The strawberry shake was just as good as I remembered.“See,I never got that shit. Even back when we were kids.” He said, shaking his head.
“That’s because you're a hater,” I said, alternating the fries and shake. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.
“Naw, you a weirdo. How does Chili and milk go together?”
“No, you are. Who eats their burger first, then their fries? It’s a reason they put it together because it’s all supposed to be eaten at once. You still do that?”
“Don’t worry about what I’m doing.” He mocked me, and I laughed. A hearty good laugh. Then I looked at him. We caught each other’s eyes, and we locked. I looked away first.
“So, what’s in the rest of the bags? That’s a lot of food.”
“Just in case what I knew has changed somehow. I appreciate the memories, but I need to get to know who Dyami is now.”
I blushed.
“I get it,” I said softly. He grabbed one bag and brought out a burger and fries. I looked out the corner of my eye until he caught me.
“Bruh, gone.” He shook his head.
“You still do it!” I laughed.
We finished eating, and he placed the rest of the food in the fridge. We camped out on the couch. He was so tall he barely fit, but we were able to settle into a comfortable position as I lay on top of him with the back of my head on his chest. We played movies until I fell asleep in his arms.
Chapter 11
Terror
The smell of coconut woke me up. A smile coated my lips before I opened my eyes. Dyami’s soft hair against my chest and feeling the weight of her soft body made me feel like I could stay here for hours.
Last night took a toll on her, and I hated the shit that was going on with her mother. But that wasn’t going to be muddled in our love story. We were carving one of our own, and once I put this pressure in her life, she would never place me in the same category as any other nigga she had fucked with. I didn’t want her to feel anything other than me.
Judging by the brick sitting in my pants, that had to be very soon. I had to make a few things shake today. My mom wanted to keep MJ. I was going to pick him up this morning and spend a few hours with him before I took him back to Crystal. Then I was picking Dyami’s pretty ass back up to have a night together.
“Hey, baby,” I called her as I stroked my hand down her back. Just grazing the pieces of bare flesh that weren’t covered by her tank top had me stirring. She stretched her arms up and turned back and forth like a baby just waking up. I laughed.
“What you laughing at? I’m sure it’s too early to be playing.” She greeted me with a smile, and I dropped a kiss on her lips.
“You sleep okay?” I asked.
“Perfectly.”
“You drool in your sleep.”
“No, I do not.” She said adamantly and rose slightly, but not out of my grip.
I pointed to my shirt to show her the evidence. She blushed.
“Oh.” She rose fully, and when her hand grazed across my hard dick, another “Oh.” Slipped through at a higher pitch. I took my beater off.
“Here you can wash it and keep it.”
“Oh, you don’t want to walk around with my drool on you?”
My eyes pinned her, and I stopped short of saying what I wanted. She stood and stretched toward heaven. The way her shorts were cuffing under her fat ass, I thought about seeing that ass pointed up while she had my dick in her pretty mouth. I needed to get out of here.
“I gotta go pick up MJ.”
