Boomerang (A Short Story)

V. To Be Loved

Tru

I'm in slight shock when I feel Kemi touching my face. But I lose all train of thought for a few seconds when I feel her lips on me. My body tenses on its own accord, foot pressing on the gas a little harder for a second as I try to ignore the embarrassing fact that the simple action affected me enough to have me harden in my pants. It honestly takes me a minute to comprehend what she says with her lips so close to my ear and her hand around my neck.

The action is bold as hell in a few ways coming from her. In the past, random physical contact exchanged between us became pretty normal after a few months of hanging around each other. It could get intimate at times but it was never as intimate as what she just did. I remember the hugs, the hand-holding, sitting in laps, sharing drinks, sharing blacks; yeah we were closer than I initially thought. But this was still a completely different level.

I'm torn on how to respond: acknowledge what she said or inform her of the fact that she almost made us crash. "Congratulations. As if you weren't already in my head before, you definitely are now."

She smiles at what I say as she scrolls on her phone like nothing happened. Like she didn't just do what she did. But all I can do is smile back at her because, however unexpected her actions were, it showed me she's slowly but surely letting her guard down. That's all I ask of her is to give me another chance to do her right. Then I can let my own guard down. Even though that sounds hypocritical, I have plans for us. So I have to know she trusts me for there to even be an attempt.

"You say that like it's a bad thing, Ghost." Her voice drips in sarcasm.

I smirk as I pull up to my house, putting the car in park before looking over at her. My hand gripping the inside of her thigh shifts her attention from her phone to me. The action catches her by surprise as she almost drops her phone when I do it.

"Nah, it ain't like that at all. That's my favorite place for you to be right now."

The mischief and amusement in her features is apparent as she places her own hand on my thigh teasingly, "Right now? Is it going to change?"

Looking at her innocently, I smile and nod as an answer, testing just how far her curiosity would go.

"To what?" she practically whispers.

My left hand slides all the way up her inner thigh until it can't go any further and I lean into her like I'm about to kiss her, but I won't. Not yet. With my pinky finger I push a stray braid out of her face before using the same finger to caress her jaw, neck, then down the middle of her chest until it reaches the top of her stomach.

"Oh baby," I know how much she likes being called that shit and I don't mind doing it. I see how much it affects her physically when she shudders and bites her lip, trying to contain emotions that we both know I can easily evoke from her. But the sole purpose of this right now is to get revenge for what she did a few minutes earlier. She can't have me all wound up when I'm high and already trying to concentrate on driving without killing us and we definitely almost died because of her. Moreso me than her, but still, payback is needed, "where do I start, hm? In my bed, under me, on top of me, around me, on your knees in front of me, on my face. That's just a few to name, I guess."

I keep eye contact with Kemi the whole time I'm talking to make it all the more intense. She doesn't break eye contact either as she closes her legs, trapping my hand in between her thighs. She has me in shock, but I don't show it. My grip on her thigh tightens and I smirk, reveling in the simple fact that I know she's internally losing her mind.

Kemi and I have always had chemistry, but today it looks like we're finally showing our sexual attraction for the other. I'm down for whatever she wants to do, however, my goal isn't particularly sexual. I want all of her. I want to reconstruct and add on to the connection we already built, but make it stronger. She doesn't know it yet, but in this one day alone, I've changed and dropped a lot of bad shit in thought of her. Of us.

"Unless you're going to do something about the way you're making me feel, which you won't because you decided to choose Miracle as your girlfriend for some reason, I suggest you stop now."

The more she talked, the bigger my smile got. I can tell she wants to engage in something more, but she's hanging on to the last strings of morality that she has because of Miracle. But I can see that behind her morality, there's that unadulterated territory. Those feelings and thoughts she wants to act on but never does.

All I do is laugh, for now. But soon enough, she'll see how serious I am about her, "Come on. Don't wanna sit in the car the whole time, do you?"

She loosens her thighs, so aren't trapping my hand anymore and gets out of the car. I follow her lead, getting out of the car, locking it, then head for the door.

I know my mom is home, getting ready to leave for work, but I'm kinda glad she's still here. She knows a little about Miracle, I never really talk about her much. My mom probably knows more about Kemi than Miracle, actually, so finally bringing Kemi to meet her is both exciting and nerve wrecking. It's not that I don't think she would approve. Based on my track record of girls, Kemi is definitely at the top of the list, being the most successful, goal oriented, not promiscuous, at least openly. I don't know, I feel like moms find any reason to try to disapprove of any girl unless she's completely boring.

I unlock the front door, letting Kemi walk through first, then I call out to my ma. She emerges from upstairs with her work clothes on and her purse, but she slows down once she sees Kemi.

"Hey Trystan...and Kemleigh?"