Karma
"Where'd you learn to shoot like that?"
Raheem asked playing with a lock of my hair. I removed his hand and put it on his lap. "I don't know what you're talking about.", I changed the channel.
He grabbed the remote, clicked the power button, and put it on my dresser. He took his forefinger and caressed my chin, turning my face toward his. "Be real wit' me."
Damn. It was something about him. Besides his fine ass looks.
"My brother.", I finally said. "He dead now."
"Damn. How'd he pass?"
"Car accident...", I lied.
"I'm sorry for your lost, mama.", he rubbed his hand on my cheek. "Thank you."
"Was ya' close?"
I felt a tear drop down my cheek.
"Oh, don't cry mama.", he wiped it away. "I'm sure he loves you and misses you so very much."
I nodded but didn't say anything else. I quickly changed the subject. We sat and talked about everything. Food. Clothes. Politics. Anything that came to mind.
I swear he listened and stared straight into my eyes the entire time. Not my lips. Not my titties. My eyes.
Out of nowhere, he leaned in. Like for a kiss.
And I took it.
