Page 63 of Feeling Blue

Pat spoke as if it was the easiest decision in the world, when it was, but it wasn’t. Just like he hated California, she might have hated Florida. Then there was her job. He didn’t have a job, not a legal one anyway, so if anybody could uproot at the drop of a dime, it should have been him.

“I’ma holla at her,” Blue said just as he heard voices behind them.

When he looked over his shoulder toward the back door of Pat’s home, he saw a gang of niggas coming into the backyard. He’d known before coming that Pat was having a meeting, which was why he’d come a few hours earlier to chill and talk, but he hadn’t known it would be that many people.

“Why you ain’t tell me so many people were coming?”

“I ain’t know you had Forever with you,” Pat stood with Blue following. “Just take her in the house if she’s uncomfortable.”

The color blue quickly took over the backyard as members of their gang took up space on Pat’s patio furniture and the sidewalk near his pool. Already having caught sight of the perplexity dancing on Forever’s face, Blue made his way to her, not stopping until his arm rested over her chest, pulling her back to his chest. With his other arm circling her waist, his face was easily nestled into her neck.

“What you got on smelling this good?”

Her warm neck felt good against his nose and forehead.

“You,” she purred timorously.

“Me? How you got me on you?”

“How you think?”

Suck it all, Baby. Keep sucking for me. Let your man bust on them pretty lips.

Blue’s sex induced voice crowded their thoughts as she giggled in his arms, with her hands covering her face. Her impromptu session of head had been a great start to his morning and what he hoped to wake up to every day for the rest of his life.

“That ain’t what I smell. You smell sweet.”

“You taste sweet,” she flirted while turning in his embrace and circling his waist with her arms.

Her lips found his chin through his thick beard and pecked it the best she could.

“What’s on the inside always comes out.”

Her smile touched her eyes as she grinned up at him, showing her sparkling white teeth and Dove chocolate skin.

“Yo, you nasty. Where you get that from?”

She took a step closer to him, so that she was wedged between his legs. “My man.”

Blue’s eye contact intensified when she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. It started slow, but eventually turned nasty because that’s just how they were. The only reason he pulled away was because he could hear the boisterous commentary coming from his niggas. Blue ignored them all, focusing only on her, even turning so that his back was to them, and she was hidden by his body.

“I have to go back to Georgia before this weekend,” she sighed, and he felt her chest deflate. “Yummy’s baby shower is this weekend.”

“I be forgetting she pregnant by my nigga,” Blue’s mind was on Calvary and Yummy for only a moment before. “His brother gon’ be there?”

Forever’s eyes shifted to the side.

“More than likely.”

“Aight. We’ll leave tomorrow.”

“You’re going?” she questioned in alarm.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

She shrugged and pulled away a little. Since Blue could tell something was wrong with her, he stood staring and waiting for her to explain her discomfort. He couldn’t really place what it was, but if it had anything to do with him and her ex-nigga, she was going to have more problems than that one.

One thing about Blue when he was in a relationship, he was in it fully. Meaning, he spent all of his time with his girl. He was in her business, no matter how big or small. He prided his relational successes on togetherness, and he’d thought Forever did too; at least that was how she made it seem. Unless she’d lied. Auto did say lawyers were the best liars.

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