Noelle.

FOURTEEN.

Jeremiah.

"Man, what you doin! You got me shot! Revive me... REVIVE ME NIGGA, DAMN!" I shouted into my earpiece. "NIGGA IM WAY OVER HERE HOW IMA REVIVE YOU DICKHEAD?" Javier's thick New York accent yelled back at me. "Nigga you was right here" I huffed back into my headset as Keith laughed at us bickering. "Y'all stay goin at it. It's like watching my sisters argue over the bathroom all over again" he laughed. I could hear his girlfriend giggle at his words. It sounded like she was sitting directly under him.

"Fuck you" Javier and I spoke in unison to Keith, getting another laugh from him. I'm so glad he was amused by this. "Let's play 2k" I suggested, picking up my phone from off the couch next to me, looking at my list of notifications, even though I knew there wouldn't be any. I'd silently cut off my two sneaky links that I'd had, really going in head first with his celibacy shit.

It's been hard for me since this past weekend, it's like it hit me out of nowhere, but when them urges come I try to keep myself busy, and if they get too, too bad, I pray that shit away. Aint nobody tryna continuously create soul ties, them shits can turn people crazy. I can't tell you how many times I've had to get my cars fixed over the past few years cause of women, but that's a different story.

Seeing Noelle most definitely did a lil something to me. The urges hit like crazy after I saw her at the bar that night. As badly as I wanted to forget everything from that night 5 years ago, cause I woke up the next morning feeling like straight shit, it became impossible. And just when I was getting to the point where I'd buried it deep enough to throw a rug over it, I ran into her. After all these years, I never thought I'd see her again, and there she was. Standing directly in front of me, looking just as good as I remembered her that night years ago.

Everything about her screamed woman, not just the way she looked either. The way she carried herself with so much confidence and sexiness was mind boggling. Everything about her, from her voice, down to her scent. She smelled like vanilla both times I'd interacted with her from what I could remember. And not that cheap ass vanilla, vanilla scraped straight off the bean, vanilla. I'd eat her ass up if I could, for real.

My favorite thing about her by far gotta be her skin. God know he took his precious ass time mixing so many different shades and colors together to perfect her roasted chestnut skin color, dark, just how I liked 'em. Most definitely added to the "I wanna 'chu" factor for me. My mind flickered back images of her from the bar, her Afro, that chocolate brown dress that hugged her curves just right, her lace up heels that made her even taller than before, yet not taller than me. Her legs had to be my second favorite thing on her, I never had a thing for taller girls, but she was making me add that to my list of desires in a woman.

My mind snapped me out my thoughts, "You're lusting." the all too familiar voice said. Stern but also forgiving. It managed to always leave an imprint on me, cause actions start with a thought. If I think about it, I'm gonna desire it, resulting in me putting in the work to get it, and that would cause me to break my celibacy vow that I made for myself the night I saw Noelle again.

It's only been a few days, and since I saw her, I couldn't erase the new memory that burned in my brain to replace the old one, though it was still on the back burner. Lusting aside, there was something about her that made a nigga feel like he couldn't breathe when she was around, like my breath would get caught in my throat at the sight of her. What were the odds of my first and only one night stand that made me lose the desire to sleep around, is related to my new friendship? Call me crazy, but I've always believed that God works in mysterious ways, whether he wants me to have a conversation with her or apologize for the guilt that I feel for some reason for what went down with us however long ago.