Page 17 of Loving a Libra
Again, she laughed, but I was more serious this time than I was before.
“We can talk about this later. I have to get back inside.”
“We can talk about it, but I said what I said.”
Before she could respond, I got out and went to help her do the same.
“You’ve been hiding this side of you,” she said as we waited to cross the street.
“What side of me?”
“This demanding, slightly aggressive side. I’ve never seen you like this.”
“You were dealing with your friend. I’m your man now, baby. You don’t like this side of me?”
“Quite the contrary. This side of you makes my panties wet.”
“Duly noted.”
“Where you going?”Maurice asked when I left our bedroom.
He was sitting in the living room watching men argue about sports.
“I got some errands to run.”
“This early? You usually sleep for twelve hours after your three-day shift.”
“Today, I have errands to run.”
“Oh, I planned to take you to a late lunch.”
“Really?”
Now that I’d become aware of the shit he’d been doing behind my back, the sound of his voice annoyed me. Well, that and the fact that every time he opened his mouth, he told a lie.
“Yeah. We haven’t chilled since your coworker’s wedding, and that was weeks ago. I hope you ain’t still mad about the conversation we had on the way home.”
“That conversation is long forgotten. If you know I usually sleep twelve hours, why would you plan a late lunch?”
“Huh? Oh, I meant dinner.”
“I’m sure you did, but either way, I’m busy.”
“What kind of errands? I can go with you if?—”
“I’m good. I’ll be back later.”
He hopped off the couch as I headed for the door.
“Hold up. Wassup with you?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“We ain’t seen each other much, but the few times we have, all you got is attitude for me. If you’re still mad about that marriage shit, I?—”
“That marriage shit?” I shook my head. “No, I’m not mad about that. You’re not ready for marriage, and that’s cool.”
“What does that mean?”
