Page 30 of Sparks Will Fly

The second set of apologies were more genuine and audible. We didn’t force them to shake on it or anything, but the crowd dispersed within seconds. I sighed, hoping nothing else like this happened.

“That one is a keeper, sis, so act like you got some damn sense!” Mercy yelled before he walked toward the parking lot. He was getting that drink now. I might’ve needed to follow him because I needed something stronger than lemonade.

“Fuck you, Mercy!” she yelled back while giving him the finger. Turning to me, she smiled shyly.

I shook my head. “You love sticking up that damn finger, Trouble.”

“Because people always have me fucked up.”

I stepped closer, pulling her into my chest. Hooking her chin, I forced her face up to me.

“I don’t wanna have you fucked up… justfuckedactually.”

The challenge in her eyes intrigued me. I could imagine her pussy getting hot and gushy as we stood there. Lovie’s passion definitely spilled over into the bedroom. I was ready to feel it washing over me with every stroke.

“We can make that happen,” she whispered. “Oh! This is my song. I gotta teach these kids something right quick.”

She squealed in excitement as “Crank Dat Roy” began to play inside the gym.

“Will you come dance with me?”

“Of course, I will. Anything to see that smile.”

She giggled, grabbed my hand, and headed back inside. When we got to the door, I felt a chill run down my spine. Glancing over my shoulder, I tried to find the cause but came up empty. I wanted to shake it off, but I couldn’t. Something was coming, and it wouldn’t be good.

My hips twirledin circles as I danced around my kitchen. I was craving a grilled Caesar salad for lunch. Mercy was out doing only God knows what, so for the first time in a while, I had some alone time. Cooking to the perfect playlist always elevated the experience. I loved my brother dearly, but him and his gang-banging friends could be suffocating, and they were always eating up all the damn food.

I went into the refrigerator to gather all the ingredients I needed when I realized we were out of everything. I groaned before slamming the door shut. My stomach groaned as if I didn’t know that I was starving. It was my maintenance day. I could not leave the house in the middle of the process. I’d scare babies, and that was not on my bingo card for the year.

My phone chimed from where I left it on the counter. I picked it up after seeing a text from Romani.

Best D Ever :

Thinking of you. Hope you’re having a great day.

I smiled seeing his feelings on display. Things had been good between us. I fell for him a little more every day.

Me:

It sucks so far. I’m starving and they ate up all the food

Best D Ever :

What do you want?

Me:

I was craving a Caesar salad real bad!

The little bubbles appeared to indicate he was typing a message, but then they just stopped. I waited for a few minutes before I realized he wasn’t going to reply. The best thing to do for now was finish taking care of my needs.

Reaching for the remote, I turned on the TV and went to the BET Plus app. I turned onAll The Queen’s Menthen got back to work. I was in the process of dying my eyebrows back burgundy to match my hair when knocks on the front door caught my attention.

I shuffled to the door while calling out to see who it was, but no one responded. I snatched the door open with an attitude, figuring it was one of my brother’s homeboys because they tended to do that. But to my surprise and horror, Romani stood there looking as handsome as ever in a white turtleneck, fitted jeans, and low-cut boots.

“Oh, my God. Where is Trouble, and what have you done with her?” he teased.

I rolled my eyes before flipping him off. “Boy, shut up. It’s my maintenance day.”

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