Page 13 of Nuttin for Christmas

“I’m one of a kind, baby,” I chuckled.

“And I’m a huge introvert.”

“I use to be like that too until the right one brought the freak outta me.”

I heard him gasp.

“I have company, so I’ma call you back.”

“Or you could just invite me over,” I offered an alternative.

I could hear his male company speaking in the background telling him that he’d leave. Through the muffled sounds I could hear Cordaé protesting. Pressing my ear to the phone, they went back and forth and then Cordaé spoke.

“Sorry about that,” he cleared his throat.

“Did he leave?” I turned on the shower water and got in.

“Umm, yea.”

“Good,” I turned my back to the water. “So you gonna text me your address?”

“Okay. Yea. Sure,” his voice cracked.

“I want to give you a Christmas gift.”

“I don’t need a gift.”

“I know but I want to give you one,” I sung those words, washing my body.

When my phone vibrated in my hand and I made sure it was Cordaé sending his information, I cut the conversation short.

“Anyway, I’ll see you in a few.”

eight

Cordaé Snoh

I wasnervous as hell waiting on Aisha to get here that I honestly thought it was a joke. But just in case she wasn’t playing, I quickly straightened up my place and hopped in the shower. After lathering my body twice, I rinsed, getting out and brushing my teeth.

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked my body over. I had no body hair or scars. Nor did I have any muscles. I was just kinda toned.

Putting on my classic briefs, I slipped into a pair of gray sweats, a white T-shirt and some socks.

Searching through my cabinet, I laid some peppermints on the coffee table hearing a knock on the door. Wiping my sweaty hands on my pants, I steadied my breathing and opened the door.

“Hey.”

Aisha’s smile was bright. It lit up like aChristmastree.

“Come in.” I allowed her entry, stepping back then closing the door.

She was wearing a red fitted hoodie, skinny jeans and red and white tennis shoes. Her hair was still like it had been when I met her the first time and she had a bag in her hand. She smelled edible. Like coconut and something sweet.

“You look nice and you smell good.”

“Thank you, babe,” she took her shoes off and left my side like she lived there.

Babe?My eyes ballooned.

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