“What do you plan to do?” My stomach cinches with an unexplained nervousness.
“Show you what you want in life and how you shouldn’t be afraid to go after it.” His eyes glitter with a bit of mischief and sensuality. “That where you come from shouldn’t make a difference on how you end up.”
“I probably won’t easily fit in some of those places you’re talking about.” I warn him. “It’s okay that I know my lane and I want to stay in it.”
“It’s also okay to draw outside of the lines sometimes,” Savior’s voice purred with lust and affection.
I swallow my emotions. Twice. “You want me on those slopes, huh?”
Savior picks me up and carries me to bed. “I want you however I can take you.”
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“I didn’t know Target stays open all night,” Savior rides the shopping cart down the aisle as I push him.
“Only during the holiday hours. People want to shop when they won’t be disturbed and the lines aren’t too long.” I explain like the Target expert I am. I’m also a Wal-Mart expert but I tend to stay away from that store if I can help it. The combination of white trash and ghetto folks is too ratchet for my taste and this is coming from someone who’s from the ‘hood.
“Lead the way, gorgeous.” Savior orders and we immediately go to the Christmas section. Aisles upon aisles of everything Christmas and a sista is at ease. I immediately begin picking up random items. Some of it would look great in Savior’s home and some of will make absolutely no sense but that’s the point of it. Christmas is the time to be nonsensical.
I grabbed a ton of baubles along with some garland that could be twisted around the staircase. I saw funky ornaments such as a wine glass, golf clubs, and even a scooter. Savior loathes golf, is not much of a wine drinker despite having a refrigerator just for it (he says it’s for his guests), and a scooter is the last thing on Earth he would drive.
Of course, they had absolutely nothing to do with Savior so I had to grab them.
We stopped by the candy section, grabbed all of the candy canes and Christmas candy I know health-nut Savior will not eat. And finally, there are at least fifteen gaudy-looking Christmas decorations in the form of snowmen, Santa Clauses of all shapes, colors, and sizes, and all the awful-looking wreaths Savior and his AMEX black card can handle.
Finally, we choose Elf on the Shelf. I had to explain to Savior what it is because again, he doesn’t really do Christmas at his home. I also picked up Home Alone, Elf, and other silly Christmas movies.
I’ll show that boy how to do Christmas one way or the other.
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"Well…” I stand back and fold my arms across my chest. “…what do you think?”
Savior stands with me as he looks at all of the Christmas décor. Gaudy yet classy at the same time. Every room is filled with something Christmas and that’s only the first floor. Just wait until I get started on the second floor and all of those damn bedrooms. “I’m impressed.” He gives a warm smile. “It feels like Christmas.”
“See?” I grin and wink at him. “There’s nothing wrong with celebrating Christmas here.”
“I never had a reason to.” He explains. “I’m a single man. I don’t do the whole Christmas thing if I don’t have to.”
I would argue with Savior but he has a point. I don’t know too many single men who go all out for Christmas. Hell, my daddy never did the extreme when it came to decorating. It was always me and Ashley who helped turn his house into a home.
The thoughts of little Keishas and little Saviors appear and I shake my head to relieve them. I’m still getting an iffy feeling about what’s going between us but I’m willing to put it all aside for now. “How about some hot cocoa?” I wrap my arms around his waist.
“That sounds perfect.”
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It’s three o’clock Saturday afternoon and the clock is rapidly ticking away.
Tonight’s the big gala.
Tonight is me and Savior’s debut as an official couple.
I called up my old girlfriend, Dominique Kimbrough (now she’s a Ferguson because she married up and got the hell out of Baldwin Hills as soon as she could), and she let me borrow her glam squad for the night to get ready.
When I went shopping with Savior the other day, he picked out a black sleeveless cocktail dress with matching Gucci heels. I don’t wear heels often and I told Savior unless he was comfortable I was going to fall on my ass and show everyone why he really likes me, we need to invest into some Dr. Scholl’s. He agreed.
He then purchased the largest diamond stud earrings that I’m too embarrassed to note the price tag, but trust, it was around five figures. I’m not ashamed to admit how much I’m in love with the earrings.
