Page 15 of Pieces of Us

“Come on, Mr. Smith. Let me show you how a real athlete gets down.”

“I should have had some popcorn for this,” I said, rubbing my palms together.

Delilah and I both watched as they stretched, and my girl did exactly as she promised. It was a close call, but I knew Morgan had the speed of a cheetah and the ambition of a real go-getter. It was the reason why she was going to be my wife.

When they made it back to where we were sitting, I was already standing at the bottom of the bleachers, waiting to receive her. She jumped into my arms and kissed my lips.

“My winner.”

She smiled down at me with love in her eyes.

“I-I want a rematch!” Loon said out of breath.

Morgan and I laughed.

“Give it up, nigga. You would have lost that fifty if my baby didn’t decline.”

“Man, what the fuck ever. She cheated.”

“Aww, don’t be a sore loser, Larry!” Morgan teased. “Better luck next time.”

“Forget y’all! Come on, Dee. I gotta get up early tomorrow.”

We bid them a good night as I slipped my arm around Morgan’s waist.

“I may as well get you home too before your pops put out an APB on you and shit.”

“I still have an hour before I have to be in…I want to spend it with you.”

I smiled, taking her hand and leading her under the bleachers. There were a few portable chairs under there since it was where most of the high schoolers hung out after hours. I sat down and pulled her onto my lap.

She smiled down at me and kissed my lips. “I can’t wait until we go to college. I won’t have to worry about my dad stopping us from being together.”

“He ain’t stopping shit now, so you don’t have to worry about anything. Once we graduate, you’re going to be my responsibility. I’m going to take care of you. Then after we graduate college, I’m going to marry you and give you five babies.”

“Five? OMG! I was thinking more like two!” She laughed.

“Nah, I need my starting five. My family is big. It’s only right to keep the tradition going.”

“I guess…I want to be a physiologist. After you told me how your mom passed, I want to be more in tune with the human body.”

“For real?”

“Mmhmm…First, I want to start with the lips.”

She kissed my lips, and I slid my tongue in her mouth. Our hands busied themselves with touching on parts, and I knew if her father saw us, he would probably roll over and die.

We stayed under the bleachers vibing, talking, listening to Boyz II Men “End Of The Road,” and joking about our night ending.

“Morgan!” We both looked through the bleachers, seeing her sister Drue looking around.

“Oh, shoot. What time is it?” she asked, grabbing my wrist to look at my watch. “Oh no. I’m four minutes past curfew!” she whispered, hurriedly jumping from my lap.

I grabbed my speaker and shut it off as we left from our hiding spot.

“I’m right here, Drue.”

“Girl, Dad will be home in thirty minutes! You better be glad I was looking at what time it is.”

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