Page 112 of Not My Type
“Nickoi what?” I answer, my back still turned to him.
“Turn to me nuh... weh yah hide?” He asks.
“Nothing,” I smile.
He hisses. “Oh cause me see all of this already,” I look at him and he has a
cocky smile on his face. He bites his lip looking at me. “Come here,” he says sitting on my bed. I smile at him.
“No... I’m getting ready and the bus soon reach,” I say because I know what he wants to do. The look on his face says everything for him.
He looks at me curiously. “Which bus?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. A bus is taking us to the family reunion,” I say looking at him.
He starts laughing. “Mek mi see them,” he says looking at my hands covering my chest.
“No,” I challenge.
“Yuh barely a cover them,” he laughs briefly shaking his head. I roll my eyes.
“Stop look pon me,” I say trying to take out a bra from my draw and he walks over to me.
Annoying boyfriend alert. He puts his arms around me, slowly moving his hand closer to the side of my breast and I quickly move his hands away.
“Stop nuh, suppose Mama come in and suppose the bus reach and mi nuh ready yet!” I whisper yell.
“Why yah whisper b?” He chuckles. I find a black brassiere.
Glory to God...
He folds his arms looking at me. “So mi wah see how long yuh can hide them when you affi take out the bra,” he smirks.
“Nickoi stop look,” I groan.
“Mi see them before Zara. By di way, a never me put some hickey on them?” He asks and my mind ran on that night. Wheww
My face flushes. Again.
He laughs out. “See yuh start think bout it deh. Think mi nuh see yuh face,” he says and I push him making my breast expose to him.
Great. Just great!
Nickoi’s eyes gleams and I smile sheepishly. He cups my breast and hug me before he grabs my butt. I breathe, inhaling his scent. He always smells so good. When will I get over it?
He’s wearing a white Balmain hoodie and a denim shorts. He moves us a little and I stop him. I don’t want the bus to come and I’m not ready and I also don’t want my grandma to find us like this. I’m only in a panty.
He moves his lips to my ear and I push him slightly. “Come here nuh,” he says holding my waist moving us towards the bed.
“Yuh want the people them come and mi not even have on mi brassiere?” I ask him with an attitude and he laughs, sitting down.
“Ah,” he simply says. He looks a little annoyed.
I quickly plug in my flat iron and pick up my brassiere. I push my hands through it and glance at him with a smile.
“Pssst,” I hiss. I want to cheer him up. He playfully rolls his eyes. I like the fact that I’m the only person who knows this goofy side of him. He seems totally different now from the first time I saw him. “Nickoi?” my voice comes out soft. He looks up at me.
“Help?” I smile. He gets up with a smile, before he moves behind me.
