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Cherry Gardens|Kingston| Wednesday, February 15, 2023
"So at any point yuh did ago tell mi seh you and Polly fuck?"
It has been days.
You can't even imagine how tired I am of hearing this question.
"Yes, like I've said a million times already, I was going to tell you," I was seriously fed up with Zaire constantly asking me about it.
"All now mi cyan believe to pussyclat," Zaire said, rubbing his face in disbelief.
"Why are you getting so worked up about this, Z?" I asked, unable to contain my laughter in response to his dilemma.
"Wah yuh mean why? Polly a gangsta eno, real professional. Suppose she decide she like wah she get and want it again?"
I burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer, as I heard the seriousness in his tone. "Bruh if mi and Polly did fi do anything else we'd a do it long time ago."
He shot me a disapproving glare, but that only made me laugh even harder. "Oh, come on," I managed to say through fits of laughter.
"Whatever," he muttered, rolling his eyes in exasperation. He pulled his hoodie down over his face and slouched on the couch, clearly annoyed by my amusement.
We were in his temporary apartment, just hanging out and reconnecting after a period of being apart. I cherished the familiar sense of his presence, realizing how much I had missed it without even realizing. He had been putting in a lot of effort to rebuild our relationship, and I was reciprocating by meeting him halfway. We had been going on various dates, both indoors and outdoors, and I must admit, I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
The Polly situation had been weighing on his mind ever since we left Asia's house. Despite his attempts to downplay it and appear unaffected, his constant questioning and shifts in mood betrayed his true feelings. It was evident that the situation was bothering him, albeit to a certain extent.
I approached him where he was seated and straddled him, leaning down to get a glimpse of his face under the hoodie. Almost instinctively, his strong hands wrapped around me, drawing me closer to him. His eyes remained shut beneath the hood, so I nestled my head against his neck, savoring the comforting silence between us.
"...Did she do it better than me?" he finally asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.
I lifted my head, staring at him in disbelief before letting out a gentle laugh. "What?" I responded, still surprised by his unexpected question.
"She do it betta dan mi don't it?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, feigning ignorance for the sake of teasing him. Deep down, I knew exactly what he was referring to, but I wanted to playfully toy with him.
