Page 104 of Not My Type
He scoffs. “Nah accept that... Sandra must explain them thing yah to yuh.”He was this funny alllllllllll this time?
“Where was this quirky side?” I giggle. He playfully hisses.
“So... for me I can’t stop thinking about you, I look out for you, I just want to know more about you every time. I share emotions with you, I’m happy when you are and I’m sad when you are. I admire you, flaws and all... it’s a nice likkle feeling. Love feels great, I guess, but it hurts sometimes—especially when yuh overthink everything,” I admit.
Watch him a smile off him face!
“So yuh feel bout the killa?” he teases.
I nod with a laugh. “Yes idiot.”
He chuckles. “What I feel is similar... ”
“Yeah?” my eyebrows raises.
“Yes, majority of it just that mi nuh really overthink,” he tells me. He’s trying to tell me he loves me? Yup... slick.
“So yuh feel loved?” he asks.
“Yes... I do,” I say meeting his lustful stare.
He moves closer, I snake my arms behind his neck. His aroma hits me, there’s this crispness of bergamot, mixed with rich warmth of creamy lavender, beneath that, a smoky woody scent lingers. I take one last whiff of him before I kiss his lips. I could literally eat this man. His lips are so soft, breath has a mixture of Hennessy, mint and pepper shrimp. I savor his taste with my hands gently pulling at his plaits. I feel his big hands grab my ass and I move over to his neck, sucking on the skin below his neck. My clit throbs at a steady rhyth–
I’m dragged from my thoughts when I hear excitement. “Watch the lovers them!” Sash exclaims, startling me. Gyal ya nuff yuh see.
“Sash!?” How yuh fi a interrupt our moment?
But of course I can’t say it. I really want to but I don’t have that much
confidence.
“Yuh know her?” Nickoi asks. It could be that him know her from the night but his tone sounds like it’s more than that.
Sash looks guilty. “Yes me did in a the shop,” she tells on herself.
Gyal can chat!
“So a you tell Zara?” Nickoi asks and we both look at each other and burst into a fit of laughter.
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Sash laughs out boisterously. “Unuh stop laugh after me! Everybody know seh mi a chattabox.”
“Yuh right,” I smile.
“Mi seh gyal mi hear seh dem a keep family reunion and girl yuh couldn’t tell me seh yuh mo—” Sash was saying and Mama slaps her. I burst out in laughter. Mi not even see when Mama come out.
“Yuh chat too much Sashieka,” she says before she smiles at us, waving at Nickoi. Wah she a hide?
“Goodnight son,” she greets, shaking her hand. I smile at him.
“Yuh good Ms. Sandra?” he asks.
“Yes mi bwoy mi alright... God is good,” she beams. “You alright though?” she adds.
“Mi good mon,” he retorts then Mama runs her hand through my hair.
