"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
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I ate the last of the steam fish, now smiling at his question.
"No offense. . .but nah. . .I want to buy my first car myself. . .and my first home. That's sweet though," I declined his offer.
His eyes shifted to the sea. "Kinda kno' yuh would a say that still."
Amoy why yuh so mean?
Look how yuh hurt him feelings...
I raked my fingers through the sand. The grains slid off, lips curving into an awkward smile.
I wasn't used to people wanting to genuinely take care of me. That shit scared me more than I'd ever admit. Especially after the way he ran me out. What if he reminds me of what he did for me? Like Dji—
Maybe I'm judging him.
"Yuh find it hard fi make people help yuh," his tone was off. I turned my eyes to him, struggling to decipher the emotions behind his words.
"Kwes anuh li—"
"You act like yuh don't want man fi help yuh, be there fi yuh, take care of you, you a cry today and yuh lie to man. Yuh doh wah me be yuh shoulder to cry on, but yuh need fi get this inna yuh brain Nijaa..."
He leaned closer, eyes locked in mine. So close, our nose and lips are grazing each time he speaks.
"When it comes to you, mi a guh always wah kno' yuh straight. But mi a back off a lil' bit, make yuh do yuh independent woman shit, but after that Nijaa, please. . .just allow me fi please yuh, that's all mi ask. Mi wah be the reason yuh happy."
I bit my lip, smiling shyly. His eyes were studying me.
I swallowed my pride, now nodding as I locked eyes with him. The moonlight softened his features, highlighting his eyes. They were already the prettiest shade of brown. Now they were gleaming.
"I will," I promised him. Bridget's words resurfaced. Immediately, I made a mental note.
✎Mem 2: Play fight on the shore.
You may wonder. . .why two? Well, last week, if you remembered clearly, my moans triggered him, real bad, to the point where he had to put me out.
