one night stand.

seven

"Fuck you"
"Nah, Fuck you!"

Their voice rang through the apartment while objects were being thrown around. It was the summer of 2019, Amber had just caught Hakeem cheating on her. The texts, meet ups, the perfume on his clothes, random strands of hair on the couch. She gave him everything, Just for him to throw it in the trash. Hakeem claimed he didn't cheat but the lies kept building up as he screamed in Amber's face and pushed her around. Amber watched as he threw her family in her face and told her they were the reason for acting the way she was.

"Accusing me of this shit and running to your mama about me is so manipulative of you." He spat. "But you don't want to talk about you prancing around with nothing on in these streets."

"I caught you in bed!" She argued. "Who was she?"

"What are you talking about?"

The sound of that sentence motivated Amber to punch on Hakeem and slap him, He really tried to sit there and made her seem crazy. She slammed her fists on his chest while he pushed her back and grabbed a hold of her wrists. The tension between the two becoming worse as they fell over the coffee table causing it to shatter. Amber rose from atop of him and sped towards the bedroom locking the door behind her.

"Running away like a bitch is not gonna solve the problem."

"You're the problem, Hakeem." Amber screamed. "Do you hear yourself?

"Man, Fuck you!" Hakeem spat.

He stood outside the door twisting the knob and banging on the door trying to make her come out. Amber had herself sitting against the door holding it closed to prevent him from coming in. Tears dropped down her face as she listened to the kicks against the door, The sun began to set and fade into night. Her tamed curls now a mess on her head. She sat wondering what she did wrong for him to cheat, It all wasn't making sense. Was she not loving him enough? Did her looks affect him? Did she say something wrong? Nothing made sense.

Amber snapped out of the thought as she placed her head on the steering wheel and sighed to herself. It was all too much to take in. She picked up the phone reading over the slip of paper from her jacket pocket. Hoping Trey would pick up this late at night.

"Wassup?"

"Hey, I was just coming home." she replied. "What you been up to?"

He paused for a minute before speaking.

"I was just thinking about you."

She adjusted herself in her seat and let a smile creep along her face.

"Really? And how was that?"

"It was amazing, I remember that perfume you wore that night." He recalled. "Miss Dior."

Amber was shocked to know he remembered the exact scent she wore that night, It wasn't her signature scent but it was a reminiscence one. She loved that it had a citrus top note with a hint of rose underneath it. It reminded her of that summer night she spent with that boy and how they made love in the flowers to the sound of the cicadas. She wore a white flowy sundress that day with brown strappy sandals. Amber remembered the boy's noir curls and his crooked smile made her melt inside. Felt like it was yesterday she was in the same field.

"You remembered the name, How sweet."

"What you doing up this late, Ma'am?" he asked.

"I'm out of town and needed someone to talk to." she lied.

"It's a blessing, If you need anything else give me a call."

They hung the line up and it went back to silence. She held the phone to her chest and squealed about the warm feeling it left her. His deep honeyed voice sitting on the back of her mind as she leaned her head back to the headrest and let her thoughts go wild. She imagined herself wrapped in his arms and capturing in whatever musky scent he had, His voice going through one ear and staying there while she listened. Amber also imagined Rio and Devante sitting around her speaking to her and running their fingers through her hair. They're all dressed in brown and white as they sat together, Like one big throuple or something.

She couldn't wait to come home and explore her body, It was the first step before she unpacks. All these thoughts and she only made progress with one, She's quickly making progress each day. Just need to put one foot in front of the other, One step at a time.