He nodded.
“Can I tell you some shit?”
I lifted an eyebrow but curiosity pushed me forward before I could really think about my answer.
“Sure.”
“You look good as fuck and I want to taste you.”
A laugh forced its way out of me.
“How high are you, Berlin?”
“Not that high.” He licked his lips while he locked eyes with me. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful but… you my dog for real.”
“And you want to taste all your friends?”
“You ain’t fucking funny.” Berlin cut his eyes at me with a wide smile. “Just you,” he clarified. “I mean, I’ve dated people obviously, but I don’t know. We weren’t close like this. My family ain’t fuck with them the way they fuck with you. We didn’t laugh how we laugh.” He exhaled. “I missed talking to you every day.” He shifted slightly and spread his legs, getting more comfortable. His eyes remained on mine. “That’s why I want to taste you.”
“So it’s not just because you think I look good in this little black dress?”
“I mean you look good as hell in that dress and you always smell nice but it’s definitely that winning ass personality of yours that has me ready to slurp you up.”
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling like a goofy bitch so I turned my head away from him.
When I looked back, Berlin was still looking at me with a little smirk. This man was fine and it was annoying that he knew how fine he was.
I looked down at his hand as he rubbed his thumb along the edge of my dress. I immediately got goosebumps where the back of his hand touched my skin.
“Berlin—”
He cut me off. “I like you, Yo. I like you and it’s more than just me thinking you’re cute and funny. I like a lot of shit about you, including your work ethic and how you don’t play with nobody or let nobody play with you. Fake marriage and shit aside, I want you to stay in my life. For real.”
“For real?” I repeated and wagged my eyebrows to try to lighten the mood.
“For real.” He nodded. I felt my chest tighten and took a deep breath. “You nervous?” he asked.
“A little bit.”
“Why?”
“Because I like you too.”
“Good.” He winked at me and I rolled my eyes, making him laugh. “So, what’s up?”
“I’m not understanding the question.”
“We good, right?”
“Yeah. We’re good.”
“No more dates for you and no more bitches in the studio for me.” He lifted his hand from my dress and held his pinky out to me. I smiled and nodded.
“Deal.” I linked my pinky with his.
“And you gon’ let me lick it?”
“Ask nicely,” I teased, even though my mouth was dry and my heart sped up even more.