"Oh shit, I ain't mean to offend you or nothing-"

"You didn't... don't trip. I'm digging it," he says.

I think to myself.

Oh?

"You're out?" He asks.

"I... look... my b Bembé. I didn't mean to put you on the spot-"

"You good, I felt it too," he puts his hand on my shoulder while we keep a steady pace.

We're almost back at my spot.

An awkward silence comes over us.

It's not because of him it's because of me. I ain tryna be on his bad side; he fire.

"So you out the closet?" He asks again.

"Yeah, I mean You can say that," I put some fake finesse on it to make me comfortable again.

"Ha, congrats. A free man," he looks down.

"Thanks, it was easier when I went out into the world by myself-"

"I could imagine..."

"I'm not finna force you to come out or even be gay that is-"

He cuts me off with laughter and I shrink back into myself.

I'm not finna lie. He intimidates me sometimes.

"Huh?" I laugh nervously.

"You ain finna force me into shit I don't wanna do, don't worry Rojo," he says and smiles.

Well he surely was tryna force me to put my meat in his ass the other night.

My face gets warm and I try to hide it as we come to a stop. I pull my keys out and let us in. I take my jacket off and hang it up beside the door.

My mind immediately goes into work mode when I cut the lights on. I lock the door behind us and start looking around.

"I got so much to do," I start making a mental check list.

He grabs my hand and laces his fingers with mine. I turn around and let him pull me close to him. My cheeks get warmer as I look down on him.

"Shoot," I sing.

He pulls me into him and gently kisses my lips. We pull away and look into each others eyes before connecting again.

I taste his strawberry shake mixing with mine and raise my hand to his face, runnin my thumb over his cheek while he runs his hand up my side. My heart dances and my breath gets stuck.

"Damn," I make myself stop.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in for hug.

It surprises me.

He breathes me in while I do the same to him.

Damn. He smell good as fuck.

"Damn," I say out loud again and squeeze him tighter.

He pulls me into him like ima leave or sumn.

Is he okay.

"You okay?" I rub his back.

"... yeah. I been wanting to show you love since the other day."

My heart chakra lights up.

I bet he can feel it too.

"Lemme enjoy this while it lasts," he says softly.

"The hug or this?" I pull away and look down on him.

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