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i feel my throat dry up as i hear footsteps behind me. i slowly turn to see him towering over me with a small smile plastered on his face
"mad surprised you stopped." he starts, letting out a low chuckle, sparking his cigarette. trust me, im surprised too
he blows the smoke to the side, looking down at me. "the name's lloyd." he lowly says, holding out his hand. i look down at his hand then back to his face, shaking it as i maintain eye contact with him
"rene'e." i softly respond, as he smiles, flashing his pearly whites
he firmly grips my hand, his eyes still glued on mine. "sexy name for a sexy young lady." he lowly says, licking his bottom lip
"i try." i softly smile causing him to roll his eyes
"psh, don't downplay how good you look." he eyes me, lifting my hand above my head, causing me to do a small spin
"fine piece of ass." he mumbled, pulling me closer to him, his index finger and thumb softly rubbing my chin, causing me to look up at him
he sure loves eye contact. hazel eyed freak. "lemme prove some to you." he lowly says, leaning in and leaving wet kisses on my neck
i feel my breath shudder and my knees feeling weak. no. i reluctantly take a step back, clearing my throat as i looked down at my feet
"i'm sorry, i can't." i softly say as he nods, re sparking his cigarette and inhaling the smoke, his eyes still on me
"nah, don't sweat it." he starts. "lemme walk you." he adds, throwing his arm over my shoulder
what the fuck is going on? at first, we silently walk down the road and at this point, he had offered to hold my plastic bag and shoulder bag
"oh, nah, after boyz n da hood and poetic justice, i want some more. something that'll give me more screen time." he says as i nod. he's definitely someone i recognised
"but john my homeboy, he always got something cookin." he adds
"so how was working with janet jackson, tupac, maya angelou and q tip? i mean- i'm very jealous of you right now" i softly say, occasionally feeling his thumb rub my shoulder
he lets out a low chuckle, shaking my head. "they cool. janet, of course the princess, you know, ms angelou, man she's mad insightful and she just knows how to tug at a niggas heart." he lowly chuckles
"pac and tip? you know us being niggas, we was up to no good." he adds
surprisingly, first impressions... he seems like a nice guy, i mean he looks like a typical hood nigga but like my grandma always said, "don't judge a book by it's cover, judge it by it's pages"
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standing in front of my house, he pulls me by my waist, leaning his forehead against mine. "when am i gonna see you again, pretty?" he lowly asks, the smell of cigarette invading my nose
he sure is very upfront... i don't know, i kinda like that. it wouldn't hurt... right? i let out a soft chuckle, "i don't know... when do you wanna see me?" i softly ask
he throws the small cigarette bud on the floor, stepping on it as he pulled out his motorola. i put in my number, handing him back his phone as he flashed a small smile
"i should call you now to see if you gave me your right number but i'll hold you to it, rene'e." he lowly smiles, putting his phone in his back pocket
he hands me my shoulder bag and plastic bag, leaning in to kiss my forehead before turning to walk back up the road
i stand there, watching him until he turned the corner. "oh my gosh." letting out the breath i was holding in
i walk in the house, flicking the lights on as i walked to the kitchen. "is that you nene?" i hear my grandmother call out
"yes, nana!" i exclaim back, sitting on the stool and taking my now cold sandwich out the plastic bag
what a night. enjoying each bite i took, washing it down with the still cold coke, my mind kept on going back to lloyd. he was a fine man but his upfront attitude scares me a bit...
i shake those thoughts. he's just a go getter... i don't know, who am i kidding, he probably just wants to sleep with me, i mean who kisses someone's neck, 2 minutes into meeting them?
clearly he does. fuck, he's still so fine. taking my last bite, i lean back on the stool, rubbing my belly. "i should go watch poetic justice again." i softly mumble as i place the plastic bag in the bottom drawer, placing my half empty bottle of coke in the fridge
i grab my shoulder bag, walking to my room and flopping on my bed, staring at the ceiling. i hope he texts me
E M A N I ' S BLOG ☆ lloyd avery is so fine guys, what 😨 if i lived during that era of fine 90s black men, i would've been a bop i wont lie
