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It's only been a few hours and I've missed him.
I sat in my car, thinking about the conversation I had with Jada earlier today and all the stuff I was worried about seemed to fade away, just like she promised me it would.
Waiting downstairs in my car, I dug into my purse to grab my phone, checking for the time and snapping a few quick selfies before we hit the club.
"On my way down now Mama."
"K baby." I replied to his text, and no sooner than I had sent the message, Derek was coming out of the glass doors from his apartment complex to meet me, and I could feel my heart thumping wildly against my chest at the sight of him.
He was dressed comfortably for the club, a faded green T-shirt, black jeans and an irresistibly clean fade and a fresh line-up.
"Mm. Hey, beautiful. You got a nigga?" he greeted, approaching my car. He was smiling, his teeth shimmering through the evening darkness with twinkling eyes and I chuckled at his humor.
So I played along. "Mhm, I do." I replied, trying to keep the grin off my face as Derek curled his bottom lip into his mouth. Then he bit down on it, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Oh, that right? And where that nigga at so I can beat his ass?"
Trying to keep a straight face, I failed, giggling and rolling my eyes.
SZA's Weekend continues to play while I smile and look at him with nothing but affection brimming in my eyes. "Yeahhh I'm not sure about that 'cause my nigga a fighter, so bye."
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"Oh yeah?" Derek smirked, then he slipped his head into the window, pecking my lips and I swooned at the feeling of his lips against mine. "Well I'm willing to take that chance... 'cause you special."
"Mm," I moaned into his mouth, "Really, baby?"
"Always... Mm, lemme get another one... sexy ass." Derek pokes his lips out for another kiss and I giggled, giving in to his request.
And then he looked over at my dashboard, pulling his head away quickly to wince and he looked at me, sighing. "Soriyah... baby, why in the fuck 'yo service light showing negative two thousand miles?"
