Good Fences Make Good Neighbours (continued)

First, go, here..if you're unfamiliar.

MMMkayyy....

And so, he
called.

I was scared shitless.

In the back of my mind, I knew something profound was about to happen. There was a light mist in the air. It was warm enough for me to believe it was spring and as I walked to his house in my brown sweater dress, gray tights, and brown suede knee boots, I was ready and focused.

He met me at the door looking scrumptious. His dark skin glowed. He was better looking than I remembered, but I didnt notice, at first blinded by his smile and his broad shoulders, man-pecks, and his whole laid back essence.

Gorgeousness.

He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. We retreated to his bedroom to watch the movie. It would be cozier that way, he said.

First "ding" moment.

We sat down as he watched sports highlights. We talked.

He's Haitian. Has a degree in Criminal Justice. Works way too much for us to have a 'normal' relationship.

He tried to kiss me.

I tried to suffocate him with my hands.

He picked me up and held me in his arms standing up, then gently placed me down.

He tried to kiss me.

I let him.

[insert miscellaneous touching/hugging/kissing/other]

The brotha knows what he is doing in the Boom Boom Room. He is attentive, commanding, accomodating, gracious...sheesh! I feel like I built him for my own pleasure.

We fell asleep spooning. His body was so big and inviting. He was so affectionate.

I hoped that I didn't make a mistake like this one..\

I hoped he would call me the next day.

I hoped he would remember my name.

I hoped I hadn't sold myself short.

I hoped he wouldn't get custody of his side of the block because that would make life way difficult for me.

I took a deep breathe and accepted what I did. I couldn't regret it. It felt too good.

(to be continued.)