Page 64 of Crash: Love in Scrubs
“I love you, too and I appreciate that.”
“Meet me at your house so we can hear all about it. Samaj been texting me to see if I knew how it went yet.”
“I love y’all, I swear.”
“You better, and I’m cooking tonight. I want you to relax and watch your little show.”
“Yessir,” she said, nodding. I tapped her on the ass before grabbing her and pulling her back into me.
“Thank you for thinking of me, too. That shit made my day. How can I thank you?” I whispered, nibbling on her neck. I couldn’t get enough of her, and she knew it.
“Malik, what is all of this if not a thank you?”
“Nah, fuck no, today was always supposed to be about you. You messed up the game by sending me stuff,” I laughed. “And while it made me feel special, you deserve this celebration. You did a big thing today, baby. It was just another day for me.”
“I’ll think of something. I’m sure.”
I nodded and loaded the balloons and cake into her car and watched as she drove away. I stood there for a while, still processing that I’d found the woman of my dreams, until my phone buzzing brought me out of my thoughts. I slid into my car and headed toward Sametra’s house.
This woman was going to change the world, one patient at a time. And I was going to be right there beside her, cheering her on every step of the way.
Some things were definitely worth the risk.
And Sametra Andrews was worth every risk I’d ever take.
Things had been going so damn good that it kept slipping my mind to tell Sametra about her weak ass baby daddy. This nigga was working my nerves. I’d gotten some message requests on Facebook, and it was this fool talking a lot of shit but not showing his face. I was done playing with him, because soon I’d be changing Sametra’s name and would have every legal reason to protect what was mine.
“You look good, I love you in this purple,” she said, kissing me on my cheek.
I smirked as I slid on my watch, already knowing she was watching me get dressed the whole time. I kept it simple but sharp, black Amiri jeans, clean but with just enough wear to let the Grape 5s on my feet pop the way they were supposed to. My shirt was a rich, plum-purple Rhude tee, fitted across the chest, just loud enough to flirt with the color in my sneakers. Myjewelry was hitting, but I didn’t want to overdo it. She was still adjusting to seeing me outside of my work attire.
“Thank you, baby. I’d love to say the same, but somebody ain’t dressed. You changed your mind?”
Sametra had finished her first two weeks of school, and I wanted to get her out of the house. She’d been complaining about not having any fun, it had been all business. It was the weekend of Independence Day so when my homeboy Davinci Bryns invited us to the Pinnacles game tonight, I knew surprising her with a night out would be right on time and what she needed.
“No, just taking it all in.”
“Baby for real, are you going to get dressed, or do we need to cancel tonight? If you’d rather rest and chill, we can do that. No pressure.”
She was still sauntering around my room in nothing but her bra and panties, hair still in rollers, smelling good with her DeMosea Urban Romance body cream all over her smooth skin. That sweet, intoxicating scent that made me want to nibble on every inch of her was going to be the reason the night was cancelled. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“No, calm down, I’m going to get dressed now. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Sametra, don’t make me come back up here to get you.”
She turned to face me and poked her lips out before coming over to me. “Why will I be in trouble?”
“I’ll be downstairs, you’re tempting a nigga for real.”
“Boo, no fun. Scrooge.”
“Girl, if you want to cancel tonight, just say that.”
“No, for real bye, go. I’ll be down in ten.”
I shook my head, laughing as I headed downstairs. This woman was going to be the death of me, and she knew it.Ten more minutes of me watching her walking around like that would have us missing the entire first quarter.
When I made it downstairs, I made sure I had the tickets and that our reservations for after dinner were confirmed. I looked in my garage, trying to decide which car I wanted to take out tonight. The G Wagon felt right for an evening like this; it was her favorite car of mine, so per usual, her happiness trumped everything.
