Page 17 of His Secure Embrace
“James!”
“I know, baby. I’m not invalidating your feelings. I apologize for not making our first kiss more special.”
“I’m so upset with you.”
“How can I make it up to you?” I asked as I placed my hands on her waist. She wore a cute jean and tank top combination that showed off all her curves in the best way.
“You better plan the best date of my life. I want our first date to be magical . . . no pun intended.” She giggled as I guffawed at her corny joke.
“I’m gon’ let you make it because I like you, but do not get a job as a comedian. Content is your thing fa sho though.”
“You know what you sound like?” she asked.
“A man who gon’ always keep it real with you.”
“No. A hater. A prime time, grade A, hater.”
“I can’t control how you feel.”
She rolled her eyes and playfully swatted at my chest. “You are annoying. You know that?”
“My sister tells me all the time.”
“Good. She sounds like a smart woman.”
“You can decide for yourself when y’all meet.”
“Oop. I hope not any time soon.”
“Why not? You’re going to love my family.”
“That may be so, but I think that’s a milestone that comes further down the line. I mean, we haven’t even gone on our first date.”
“It’ll all fall into place in God’s timing. We’re both busy people, but we’ll find time in our busy schedules to prioritize falling in love.”
“The effort you put into making me feel wanted and appreciated isn’t going unnoticed. Thank you for that.”
“Thank you for letting me have the space to do it. You’re receptive to my fast-paced way of loving.”
“It’s my favorite genre of romance. I love a good love at first sight story to fall deeply in love with. To live it in my real life is kind of crazy, but I’m going to be open to all the love you want to give me.”
“Good.”
I leaned down to give her another kiss. This one wasn’t as hungry and possessive. This kiss was gentle, warm, and peaceful. Her lips gave me solace, comfort, and joy.
Monday
“The recipe says we need to use jerk seasoning, but I’m not a fan of those spicy flavors. We can substitute it for a more subtle Cajun spice.”
Mama read the ingredients on her shopping list as I followed beside her. I picked up everything she called out to me and listened as she told me about different things happening in her life.
“Did I tell you about Miss Ronda’s daughter?” she asked as we made our way through the store.
“Nah. What’s going on with them?”
She shook her head. “Chile, she’s back in jail after she attempted to kill her boyfriend for cheating on her.”
“That’s crazy. Cheating on a woman who has been locked up before is diabolical. That nigga must ain’t care about his life for real.”
