Page 35 of No Gemini Does it Better
I coughed while taking a step back into the shadows, signaling for her to wrap it up.
“Well, stay safe.” Sawyer chirped, taking the hint.
“You too.”
“Thanks. I will.” She waved, tugging me toward the exit.
We ventured out together into the rain. It wasn’t coming down as hard at the moment, but the rain hadn’t stopped it from being so hot outside—that uncomfortable, muggy, damn near suffocating type of heat, but there was still moisture in the air. A gust of wind swept over us, encouraging us to pick up the pace toward Sawyer’s car. Her whip was modest—a black four-door sedan with windows that had about a fifty percent tint. The engine rumbled to life as she touched the slick door handle on the driver’s side to shut out the rain.
“So, which way should we go?” she inquired while turning on the windshield wipers and A/C.
“We said we’d meet up at the nearest gas station, so drive in that direction.”
“There are gas stations in both directions, Kareem.”
“Fuck. Let’s just start over there,” I instructed, pointing to the left.
“Okay.”
I peeked up at the sky, noticing the dark gray clouds hovering overhead. “Looks like Mother Nature ain’t through with us yet.”
Sawyer gripped the steering wheel tight before easing out of her parking spot. “I told you it wasn’t safe for us to be out here.”
“You’re the one that offered to come. I was fine coming out here on my own,” I reminded her.
“Oh, like I was gonna let you do that on foot.”
“Sounds like you might be catching feelings for a nigga.”
“I never said that.”
“You didn’t have to, shawty. It’s all on your grill,” I acknowledged with a slight chuckle.
I couldn’t blame her. My vibe was so raw, and my stroke game was so good she’d probably fallen in love with a nigga on accident.
“And what if I had said it? That would be bad, right?”
“For both of us.”
“Right,” she agreed, although I was sure neither of us was a hundred percent sold on it.
The last thing I wanted to feel or talk about were feelings, especially with a woman I could see myself losing everything behind. Sawyer had the type of pussy that would make a sane nigga go crazy behind her—sniffing panties, waiting outside her house at night, real stalker shit. It was that good. I couldn’t imagine being dumb enough to fuck shawty raw. I’d probably fuck around and let her get me pregnant.
The longer she drove, the more she seemed to shift in her seat every few minutes, as if she were unable to get comfortable or had to pee. All I could do was pray that shawty didn’t switch up on a nigga. I didn’t feel like she would, but then again, you could never be too sure with a female. They were too hot and cold sometimes. I hated to admit it, but I needed her a lot more than she needed me. My brows heightened to the sound of her vibrating phone in the center console. She quickly tore her eyes away from the slick road to glance at the screen. Her sister was calling again.
“Fuck,” Sawyer mumbled. “Should I answer it? If I don’t, she’ll keep calling back.”
“Answer it,” I encouraged. “Tell her you’re straight.”
Sawyer’s chest rose and fell with a deep breath before she cleared her throat and pressed accept. “H-hey.”
Her sister’s firm voice blasted through the car speakers. “I thought you said you were gonna call me back. Is everything good?”
She nodded before reaching for the knob to turn down the speaker's volume. “Y-yeah, everything is fine.”
“Hold up, are you in a car right now?”
“Yeah. Why?”
