Me + Somebody's Son: A Heights Story by Christina C. Jones

Author:Christina C. Jones [Jones, Christina C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781953214041
Publisher: Warm Hues Creative LLC
Published: 2020-07-11T18:30:00+00:00

5

August

Dinner was fine.

Really.

More than, actually.

We talked, we laughed, we had a good meal, and a great time. And then, when I dropped her off at home, and walked her to the door… I did not kiss her.

I wanted to.

I wanted to bad.

And maybe she would’ve let me.

Maybe she would’ve enjoyed it.

Maybe she would’ve invited me inside to do a lot more than kiss.

Instead of taking any of those chances though, I’d decided to honor what had come directly from her mouth.

I didn’t want to convince her – I wanted her to be enthusiastic.

So, I wasn’t giving this situation any pressure – only patience.

I just had a feeling.

Which was why, even though my homeboys had me at some wing, ass and titties spot in Blackwood, I wasn’t very focused on the titties and ass.

I was a little focused on them.

But my thoughts inevitably kept drifting back to everything that wasn’t in front of me – work, the charity, a new project to dive into, and… Haven.

“Nigga, you’re worse than Marcus,” EJ called across the table at me, getting my attention. “He already won’t even glance at the ass on display, now you acting above it all too? Who am I supposed to evaluate these booties with?”

Marcus chuckled. “Man, it’s too many damn cell phones in here – I have to keep my eyes on this table or the TV, nothing between. You motherfuckers ain’t about to have my wife mad at me cause one of those gossip blogs selling a story about me scoping out new pussy.”

“Lena knows your ass ain’t going nowhere,” I said.

“Fuck that – I ain’t taking chances with her volatile ass,” he shook his head. “She will literally pack her shit.”

To further his point, when one of the scantily-dressed servers approached the table to refill our glasses, Marcus made a whole point of becoming very occupied with the wings on his plate, not peeking up until she was gone. Me and EJ laughed, but we both knew he was dead serious.

And so was Lena, who a doctor and reality star in her own right, with a history of dating professional athletes. She really would leave his ass.

That didn’t stop us from roasting him about it though, which I was very comfortable with until the attention came back around to me.

“You doing a lot of laughing to not be looking at any ass either,” Marcus accused. “You got a girl you’re keeping under wraps or something?”

“Probably so,” EJ spoke up. “Nigga over there plotting to take one home.”

“Nah, that’s all you,” I laughed.

If any of us was going to do that shit, it was definitely him – and that turned out to be the right thing to say, because the conversation shifted from there to him figuring out exactly which one.

And acting on it.

Me and Marcus ended up talking outside the restaurant for a little longer, really just burning time until closer to his flight back home. At least, that’s what we were doing, until this strange look spread over his face as he stared past me, down the street.

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