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“Bel-Air, down the street from my parents. Same area, just a different and bigger home.” He winks at me and my knees feel weak.
I nod. “I feel you.”
“What made you pursue law as a study interest?”
I slightly shake my head. “I just wanted something better. I always loved the law and studied torts for fun. I would read Supreme Court cases to see why they came to such a decision.” I shrug. “I decided to just go for it. I have the full blessing of my family.” Minus one person but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Good, good. Keep that attitude and you’ll go very far.”
I certainly hope so. I don’t like the idea I have to be inside my home by a certain time before I hear the random gunshots ring out. But it’s my Granny’s home. I feel I have to stay there even if I don’t want to be there.
We arrive at my home and I quickly gather my things. “Thank you for the ride home, Savior. I really appreciate it.”
He quickly gets out and opens the car door for me. Shit, Jalen never even did this. This is new. “My pleasure,” Savior extends a hand and I grab it.
We walk up to my front door and it’s not until I get there I realize I never let go of his hand. Maybe I just didn’t want to. It felt so…right. I never felt so protected by someone and I wonder what’s really going on. “I guess I’ll see you at the internship tomorrow?”
Savior closes the space between us and I become so alert of him at that moment. I feel the energy exchange between us; a push and pull. My nipples become hardened and my body is so aware of his masculinity.
I never felt like this strongly towards anyone. What is going on here?
“Keisha,” his deep voice feathers against my earlobe. He holds my waist and stares into my eyes. “Don’t feel you have to stay here if you want more. You can always give back to your community in other ways.”
I see his lips are moving but all hear is Charlie Brown’s teacher voice. Wa-wa-wa-wah.
“Keisha?” Savior calls again and I finally become coherent. “Moving out of the ‘hood doesn’t mean you sold out.”
His advice is coming from a place of experience and I appreciate the knowledge. “Thank you.”
Savior looks up at my bald head and smiles. “Tomorrow, no wig. I like you better like this.”
Jalen hated my fade and told me every chance he got. Savior worshipped it. The difference isn’t lost on me. “Will do.”
Savior softly kisses my forehead and flashes that panty-dropping smile at me. “See you tomorrow, Keisha.” He walks back to his Rolls Royce as the driver waits for him.
I watch him get into the car and sigh. I don’t know what I’m feeling, what I’m supposed to feel, if the emotions that are running through my body are even allowed.
But with Savior by my side, I can’t go wrong.
