Page 40 of Rayzor: Tell Me It’s Mine II

“We do go out.”

“Like formally.”

I pushed her off me. “Say what you mean, Suk.”

She turned facing me, placing her foot under her legs as she sat Indian style. It’s crazy how flexible she was. The way her body contoured into different angles, shapes and stretches was a flex. She didn’t talk about it, just showed me the first time, and we’ve been fucking on some animalistic shit since.

“I’m saying it’s been a minute since I’ve been on a real date.”

“And you wanna do that with me?”

“I mean, since you’re saying it like that, then no.” She dropped her leg and was about to get on that pouty shit when I caught her, keeping her still.

“I’m not saying it like that, and you know that shit.”

I haven’t been on a real date in my life. I’ve had women and, but the most we did was what Suki and I did; fuck and chill. They didn’t require much. A lil’ bread, some good dick and company. That’s what I thought all women wanted.

“So then, what you saying, City?” she asked with her chest heaving.

“I’m saying… I didn’t know you wanted all that.”

“I mean we hit the lounges and shit, come back, chill and do us.”

“But we’ve been doing that off and on.”

“What’s got you in your feelings… that they found out, the movie or the wedding shit?”

“Tell me you haven’t been in yours too?”

“I mean…”

“Because both of us haven’t even attempted to talk to each other since they outed us.”

I wanted to hear her thoughts. After all, I said my part because I can’t tell where we’re at with this. I move how she moves– accordingly.

“Shit, I figured you were busy.”

“I was, but still. City, don’t make me have this conversation by myself because I’ll shut this whole shit down and move around.”

“You ain’t having it by yourself. I’m right here.”

She didn’t say anything.

I pulled her into me. Her head hit my shoulder, but it didn’t bother me.

I went back to the movie.

I kissed the top of her head. “I heard you about the date.”

That answer seemed to settle her as her body went lax. The movie was going; Suki had fallen back into rhythm. The moment felt light.

“What’s your ideal dream date?”

She stared off into the TV. Her eyes didn’t move. Her long lashes were still.

“I don’t have one.”

“So, how you know what you want?”