Page 68 of Not My Type
I surprise myself with what I do next. I step closer, my hand sliding down to cup his bulge. It’s there. Solid. Heavy. And now we’re both holding our breath. It big eeeh? Jesus!
“I want you to make love to me; so if yuh just ago release stress inna me now just fi cum, I’ll wait.” I say with the cutest smile.
“Aite big batty,” he slaps it and releases my throat.
He smirks at me as he sits down on the lounge chair. He takes out a Hennessy from the box and place the bottle beside him before he opens a small Fanny pack. What’s in the bag? I swim to the surface, resting my arms on the edge for support as my leering eyes observes his every move.
“What you doing?” I ask, my voice sweet. No response.
He has a pair of scissors in his hand and a Rizla. He looks at me with a smile. “Mi a build a spliff,” he finally answers.
“You could a keep your answer,” I playfully roll my eyes.
Him always ignore me then answer long after. Why him do that? Like answer five–six minutes after. Him think it cool? Nuh ask me, see him deh... ask him nuh miss!
“You’re not gonna come in the water?” I pout up at him, my demure expression a stark contrast to the deviousness of my thoughts.
“Soon,” he tells me and I finish the lemon beer.
“Why you nuh try Hennessy?” he inquires and I shake my head.
“I have school tomorrow, can’t take a hangover right now,” he chuckles at that.
“So you affi go home then?” he’s... disappointed? So, he wanted me to stay?
“Yes and I told my grandma that I’d be back so she probably worried.” He’s silent.
“Okay, no issue. I’ll take you home,” he says quietly.
He doesn’t say anything else as he runs his tongue along the rizla, rolling the spliff to perfection. I start swimming again to escape the awkward silence. I dip my head under the water, holding my breath for five seconds. Then suddenly, Nickoi appears behind me, my body flush against his. I start laughing. He’s just staring at me. That look again.
“So... ” He starts and his tone sounds off. I snap my head to him.
“Is everything okay?” My brows knit in confusion.
“Yah, just that if your family isn’t happy about us... ”
I interrupt him. “Wah you a suggest? We breakup?”
I get a strange feeling that I’ve never felt before. It’s so weird. I don’t like how I feel. Jezam... you like him that much?
I think I’m falling in love with him.
You cya love him so fast Zara, take your time.
I think it’s called emophilia where people fall in love quickly. Or maybe I’m simply not used to being given this much affection. But I know I have strong feelings for this man already. I just know it and no one can tell me differently. I’m falling and I’m falling real fast too.
“Zara yuh mad how me fi wah lef yuh?” he asks bringing me back to reality.
Okay good. “Mi just wah know if this is going to be a secret, since yuh people them nuh rate wah gwaan?”
I shake my head. “No secrets Nickoi,” I tell him before I splash some water on him.
He chuckles, then starts splashing water on me too. I squeal, laughing and trying to dodge him, but it’s no use—water’s everywhere, dripping down my face. I move back, still laughing, but Nickoi grabs me, pulling me flush against him, and just like that, I’m face-to-face with all his handsome glory.
I’ve never felt this level of intimacy with anyone. It’s so new and exciting. I wrap my arms around his back as he grabs my ass—he loves it. I’m sure. Once upon a time I’d slap a guy who did that, but it’s different with Nickoi.We all know.
“What’s your mom like?” he asks.
