“Co. Co-mo. All. Allege. Vouse.” He sounded completely illiterate.
I bursted into laughter. “That is not how you say that. It’s Comment allez-vous?”
“That’s not what it say in the book.” He showed me the book.
“You’re pronouncing it wrong. The French don’t pronounce words like we do.”
“How you know? You speak French?” He looked down at me.
“Un peu.” I responded.
“What that mean?” He looked at me confused.
“A little.”
He sucked his teeth. “Show off. Get yo bilingual ass outta here.”
“When did you buy this?”
“Stacy gave it to me. She took French freshmen and sophomore year.” He lifted the book to his face.
“Oh.” I moved my head a little to get comfortable.
He moved the book to the side and looked down at me. “You not slick.”
“What?”
“You trying to get your head as close to my dick as possible.”
“August. Stop.” I slapped his stomach.
He softly hit me on my forehead.
“Oww.”
“Stop hitting me then.”
I softly pinched the skin on his stomach. “I got to run to Target to pick up some things for the trip. You need something?”
“Shaving cream.”
“That’s all?”
“Yeah. And some condoms.”
“You are always so horny. It’s ridiculous.”
“I’m a nigga. What you expect? On top of that, you be depriving me. If I didn’t love you, I woulda been left.”
“Oh really?” I rolled my eyes.
“I got a three date rule. You don’t give up by the date three, I’m out.”
“Wow, I must be lucky.” I said sarcastic.
“That’s right. You should be counting your blessings right na.”
“You are so silly.” I laughed. He smirked and rested his arm across my breast, while reading the book.
I played with his gold watch. A bird flew on top of the pavilion and started singing a song.
“Babe, it’s so nice out. You should bring the girls over later to spend the night since you’re going to be away all next week. I’ll order pizza and stuff, and they can swim if they want.”
“That’s a good idea, cause I was going to go back home to spend today and Sunday with them, before we leave Monday.”
“Did you ask Stacy if she could take us to the airport? That might be too much for Cha, seeing as she has the girls.”
“Yeah. She said, she would.”
“Cool.”
I traced the woman tattoo on his stomach.
“Is this of some girl you used to date?”
“I’m not you. I don’t get tattoos cause of people I’m dating.”
I sat up and mean mugged him. He was referring to the fact; I had the winged tat because of Omari. He laughed and tried to kiss me. I turned my head.
Chapter 24
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