Shades of Sepia

XX

Solange Piaget Knowles
December 25th
Houston, Texas

Sierra made loving her extremely easy. I was the complicated one. I knew that before Sierra, but she made me better. She deserved the best of me and I worked hard every day to make sure she had that.

Sierra was like a lone star in a naked sky. She was the answer to every question on my mind, and she was such a natural problem solver, I couldn't help but to love her.

When I saw her at the beginning of the summer, I was infatuated with her in the same way that my sister was infatuated with her best friend. She was so smart to me, and so personable in the way she held conversations. She could hold her own, no matter what the topic was, and she wouldn't leave you alone until she got her point across. I loved that about her.

I'd had my eyes on her all night long, and that wasn't the purpose, but that's what was happening. I just kept seeing her. I took that as a sign. All these beautiful women and it was still continuously difficult to keep my eyes off of her.

Her skin was smooth and bronzed like a caramel candy, eyes all feline, full of enticing spirit when she looked at anybody. She wasn't afraid of eye contact either. I'd seen her look every one of them in their faces and greet with a strong handshake or a lingering hug.

She had full, moist lips, her lip gloss refusing to leave her like it knew that it was connected to a goddess. She had long, pretty legs, sparkles sprinkling all over her porcelain skin. I was salivating just looking at her.

I couldn't see myself leaving without her.

I tugged my big sister's thumb and she gave me her attention. "I'll be right back."

"Where you going?"

"Be right back."

I had tunnel vision, heading toward that beautiful woman, completely prepared to interject. I would take the consequences if it meant that she at least saw my face, but it seemed like the universe loved me today. The woman that she was speaking to kissed both of her cheeks then turned right around to walk off. She gave me the same eyes that Ms. Goddess gave effortlessly then passed me.

I took the empty space beside her, and I was blown away immediately. She had a scent that I could not put my finger on, a scent that made me want to pry her thighs apart. I could only imagine what thoughts were going through the other woman's had.

"I'm Solange," I held my hand out for her to shake.

"Sierra," Her hand was so soft inside mine, like hard labor had never in a million years been an option. As it shouldn't. Not for someone this fabulous.

I thought... This had to be fate. Two S's. I was feeling like I had to have her, like already, she belonged to me.

"I had to come introduce myself to you."

"And why's that?"

A server came to us with flutes of champagne, his attention solely on her. I couldn't blame him, but I wanted to. I wanted to take off my blazer and cover her with it.

He was enthralled with her, his eyes never leaving hers, his breathing pattern speeding when she thanked him with her hand on his shoulder. He walked away in a daze, chin up like she'd just fucked him or something.

"Did you want one?" She asked, still holding onto my hand. She rubbed my knuckles, waiting for an answer.

"I don't drink."