Ralph POV:
It's been about a month since Brent and I been talking and I'm just mad at myself for not speaking up sooner. I could've been this happy months ago, but I don't have any regrets. This just feels right. The right timing, the right vibe, the right person. Brent has completely blown my mind to the point it scares me.
I know it's only been a month, but the bond we've grown since we made it clear how we felt about each other is as strong as if it had been years. We talk everyday. We eat lunch together, we find time to kick it and when we're not together we're on FaceTime. Sometimes we don't even talk, we just be on the phone hearing each other breathe or fall asleep and wake up the next day still on the phone. Our time is just intimate with each other and I've never experienced this with a man before. I have never fallen for a guy as hard and fast as I am with Brent, and I just hope that this isn't just some honeymoon phase. I want this to last.
"You still coming over after you get your hair done right?" Brent asked me looking into the camera while finishing up the exercise he was on. He had his shirt off and sweat was beading up on his abs.
"I would but my man wanna be the first to see me." I joked. I was lying though cause I just wanted to mess with him.
"Yo man huh?" He asked looking unbothered.
"Yeah my man, he said since he paying for it he should be the first to enjoy it." I kept it going tryna get a reaction out of him.
"I never took you for the type to let a nigga tell you what to do." He teased back playing along.
"A nigga can't, my man, sometimes."
"And what's so special about this man of yours?" He asked leaning his head to side slightly like he really wanted to hear my answer.
"Well it's still kinda new, but my man is sweet to me, he always makes time for me and he never expects anything in return. He instills security and confidence in me, doesn't give me a reason to question his guidance, commitment, or loyalty. He supports me and doesn't want me to shrink myself to make himself feel bigger. He takes the time to get to know me and doesn't just say or do whatever it takes to get some ass. Ima give him some soon though."
"Oh really? Damn that's crazy, I'm doing all the same things for my woman. He sounds like a great dude but tell me something?"
"What's up lil daddy?" He gone beat my ass for that lil.
"Just daddy is fine......but if your man that good, why you need to see me tonight? You not worried about messing up such a good thing?"
"No, my man not jealous and he trusts me so he knows I'm not going nowhere."
"Hmm..." is all he said back making me wanna know his rebuttal.
"Hmm what?"
"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about how I'm doing everything your man is doing and getting all your time and attention. It's crazy if your man putting in that type of effort and you still wanna see other niggas and he not tripping, you sure that's your man?"
"He my man, but I'm not his woman. I do what I want with who I want." I had to think quick cause he got me.
"Whew I'm glad you his and not mine cause I wouldn't play that bullshit." He laughed back faking a sigh of relief.
"You gone play whatever bullshit I kick to you."
"You sure bout that?"
"Yeah I'm absolutely sure cause where the fuck you think you going?" He know what it is.
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A Waiting Game
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