Her Obsession

4.|| Date Night Pt. 2

ANYA MARIE RICHARDS
CHICAGO, IL
LATER THAT NIGHT

🔆"I wanna know what you been through." He stated out of nowhere. I looked back at him where he was already looking down at me, directly into my eyes.

As the cold breeze from the night hit my skin, I savored it with each breath I took. The sky held airplanes that traveled through the night as well as scattered stars that were barely visible due to the night life of the city.

Shortly after I woke from my nap on the way home, I felt the yearning need for affection. I wanted to be held throughout the night and pampered with kisses and reminders of what comfort felt like. Drunkily, I'd asked D if I could stay with him tonight. I absentmindedly asked out loud not even being aware of what his response would be.

"Yeah that's cool. You sure? Yo girl know where you at?" He asked.

"Yeah, she got my location." I reassured. I noticed his hand that steered the wheel of the car had tightened and his jaw clenched before he responded.

"Ight, you wanna stop for some pajamas or something?" He asked. I shook my head no and vibed to the music that played through the Bluetooth from his phone this time.

Silence filled the car for awhile and with that time, I wanted to take the time to admire him fully and more deeply than I did at the dinner table. I shyly peeked over my own shoulder to him as he sat in the drivers seat, focused on the road. The sharp features in his face reflected in the red brake lights that shun through the windshield. His supple lips that he licked across when they seemed to be a little dry before he spoke sent butterflies to my stomach each time. His curly sandy brown dreads that he seemed to just unravel from his two strand twist draped to the middle of his back made me bite my lip and wiggle in my seat.

His hand tattoos that I knew for sure went up his arms made me want to explore him more. This man was a work of art that I was willing to plaster him on my wall to look at every day. Clichè of me to say, but god took his time when he created this man.

"Aye Ny..." D called out to me. Apparently, he'd been calling for awhile since his tone was more demanding. Unknowingly, I'd been sitting in the passenger seat sucking on my finger as I sat in a daze. I jumped up being caught off guard and quickly adjusted myself before I responded.

"Yea?" I said back hoping he wasn't paying attention to state I was in as I imagined him-

"You smoke?" He asked as we approached a red light. His glistening eyes from the light bounced off of his eyes as he looked over at me. This man was beautiful, so beautiful, It was sometimes hard to get words out without sounding like a lil ass girl.

I nodded my head to avoid speaking as much in hopes of not sounding stupid. The liquor had worn off and I was back to my shy self.

"You tryna smoke when we get in the crib or you straight?" He asked again.

"Yea, we can." I responded with an unexpected smile. I'd been fiddling with my fingers until he decided to take my hand in his as he drove.

"You know you ain't gotta be nervous around me ma." He started. The electric feel of his hand sent butterflies roaming through my stomach. The more he spoke, the more he gently touch me, and the way he respected me made me value his company on a different level. Much different than how I valued Tee.