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She was genuinely confused, yet I didn’t understand how or why. I’d made my interests clear on so many occasions. This wasn’t the first, and it wouldn’t be the last. But it was the most direct one, and I didn’t regret that shit either.
“He’s nobody.”
“He keeps calling,” I stated, showing her the vibrating phone in my hand.
Slowly, she slid it into hers.
“If his calls are upsetting you…”
She busied her fingers with unlocking her phone and finding Daniel’s contact. I watched closely as she scrolled to the red letters and pressed her screen. He could no longer contact her. Not from his phone, at least.
No rights. I told myself, but that shit was in one ear and out of the other. If a woman was blowing my line down and Tiana told me to pull up and block her ass in person, then that’s what I would’ve done. It didn’t matter that we weren’t together.
Whatever she says is a go for me.
“Ti–” I started, but was quickly interrupted.
“What does it matter to you, anyway, Aug?” Tiana asked softly.
“Everything about you matters to me, Tiana,” I admitted.
Shit.
I hadn’t intended for those words to escape me.
Tiana’s shoulders rounded. Moved by the confession, she swallowed the nothingness in her throat. I watched as she tried finding the words to say. She had none. She was unable to conjure anything beyond a gaze in the distance.
“I apologize.”
Her head whipped in my direction. Her eyebrows drew inward, toward her nose. Her shoulders peeled backward. Her spine straightened.
“August, I– well– I,” she stuttered.
“I told him you were sucking my dick,” I breathed out, shaking my head.
I wasn’t sorry for admitting how I truly felt. I didn’t want to disrespect Tiana. Neither did I want to lie about her and not be the first to bring it to her.
Her spine arched again. Her shoulders sagged. Her mouth widened. I imagined her sucking my dick in real time. The image was impeccable.
“Good.” She chuckled. “Pretty harsh, but good.”
“I’m not a liar,” I explained, running my hand down my face.
Tiana looked up at me, pursing her lips together. Lust coated her irises. Desire chased her orbs. Fear dangled between us. Indecisiveness plagued her.
“You don’t have to be,” she murmured, tracing her bottom lip with her thumb. “Not tonight.”
THREE
I wasn’tsure who I was becoming. I wasn’t sure who August made me become. I wasn’t sure about anything, honestly. Not when he was around.
My head spun too much. My nerve endings split too quickly. I smiled too often. I lusted too frequently. I longed more than I ever had. And, I waited as if he hadn’t already noticed me.
I couldn’t stop my knees from colliding with the hardwood floor. The towel covering me was no longer around my body. It pooled around me as my hands busied themselves with the belt holding August’s pants up.
“Na,” August grunted, leaning forward.
He scooped his hands underneath my arms and lifted me up into the air. My feet dangled as my back acquainted itself with the linen-colored paint I’d decided on for my walls. I hoped they weren’t the only ones covered with off-white creaminess by the end of the night.
