Page 187 of Not My Type
“Okay, that’s nice,” I still don’t know how to feel.
“Yea man,” he stretches his legs. “Yuh rate mi bredda?” I meet his gaze with a smile.
“I love your brother,” my voice like butter.
“Mi know mon and mi rate that... him love yuh too, him just a likkle messed up y’know...” What’s that supposed to mean?
He shifts the topic, realizing that he said too much. It makes me wonder, but I stay quiet. Minutes after, Jordane announces that he’s gonna leave.
“Bye and take care enuh,” I keep my eyes on him.
“A mi ooman want mi... har man fly out,” he smiles and close the door leaving me in silence. What a bad likkle bwoy.
Later in the night, I shower, change into my white pj’s, climb on my bed and lie on my stomach. I scroll through Instagram. Nickoi smacks my ass, and I hiss looking over my shoulder at him before I scream. “That hot enuh!”
“Mi know,” he slaps me again and I rubs my ass. The pleasing sound of his laughs fill the room as he hovers me.
“Yuh eat the food?” I ask him.
“Yea... it taste good,” he compliments and I smile.
“Thanks,” I say and he glides his fingertips all the way up the hem of my shorts.
NICKOI
Zara been playing with me—unintentionally, of course. I let her slide last night, but not tonight. I lean back, eyes tracing her perfect ass, then her flawless skin. She turns to face me, and I catch her off guard with a quick peck on the cheek, inhaling her scent, my eyes burning with desire as they move down her curves.
She smiles sheepishly trying her hardest to avoid my stare. I pull at the hem of her shorts and she moves to me a little. Mi know yuh want me.
“W-what time you bringing me over?” she asks, looking away. I can’t help but smile, watching her try to hide the fire in her eyes.
I chuckle, watching her squirm, “Naffi hide it, Zara. You know mi can feel the heat between us.” I lean in closer, and closer, my voice dropping low. “Everytime we do this, it’s like mi discover a new side of you, not mad at it... nah complain.”
She laughs out. “Gwaan laugh mon and see how fast me laugh yuh out a yuh drawz,” I grip her thighs.
She squirms and I close the space between us as I lie down on her with my face in her neck. I love how she smells. She strokes my hair, and we stay in this position, speaking softly between even softer kisses.
“Yuh know mi know yuh eyes dem... long before mi and yuh deh,” I murmur, lips burning against her skin. Her body tenses, confusion flickering in her eyes. “Like when yuh a guh high school… even before that.”
“Me?” she points to her chest.
“Yah,” I hug her tight.
“I don’t remember you...” her brows pulling together.
“Yuh neva’ know me, but Dino post a old picture with you and yuh loud cousin the other day, and me see you, and it click. Then me and him talk, and mi realize say a you a the girl, mi always a look, but him always a gatekeep yuh, say mi a dawg and him nuh wah mi hurt yuh,” I bite my lip, reach for my phone and scroll through some old DMs, five years ago. “Pree dem message yah.” Her lips parting.
“So why yuh neva’ be as persistent?” her eyes low. “Like how yuh wouldn’t give up now, so you could be my high school boo like my parents...”
“Cause a long time... and things did different. Mi a man now and you a big ooman now.”
“Mi nuh understand,” her eyes melting in mine, our bodies tangled. The A/C cold, our bodies warm.
“When mi talk to Dino, mi connect the dots... ” I smirk.
“What dots?” she’s smiling.
“Your family reunion was the perfect piece to the puzzle yuh zimi? A long time mi know Dino. We a run from prep days as a likkle youth, we were apart of the same club, then KC buy him, but mi member one a wi likkle training dem, yuh fawud, and mi did love yuh off, but den him tell mi say yaw twelve so mi lowe yuh. Fast forward, now him a make mi know say a you... and everything a fall in place.”
