Nomads

05

Belong to the City

I clutched the shopping bags tightly in my hands as I continued pacing the mall into a nearby store in search for the perfect place to find some new clothes for fall. My summer clothes that consisted of halter tops and daisy dukes would need to be stored away for a few months as the Canadian weather would begin to drop soon.

My best friend, Christina lead the way into Urban Outfitters as she ran towards a rack of thick burgundy wedged heels with a smile plastered onto her face. I chuckled before heading far into the back of the store to the clearance section. I knew there would be a whole bunch of summer items back there, but who was gonna stop me from stocking up on some low priced cute essentials for the next summer.

I wasn't expecting to see a delicious brown skinned boy wearing dark shades to walk towards me after checking out a few of the shorts on the racks. "Excuse me, but I know I might come off rather cliche', I couldn't help but just tell you how fucking beautiful you are." He smirked, standing before me as I began to get a better glimpse of his face. His voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't exactly put my mind exactly to where I knew him from. "I probably sound like a weird ass cornball." He then chuckled, as he readjusted black beanie covering his shoulder length dreads.

I giggled in response before finally responding, "I'm sorry... I just haven't had a guy approach me like that in a while.." I admitted with a small smile, "You kinda caught me off guard to be honest." He looked at me with surprise before shaking his head.

"These nigga's nowaday's aren't nothing like me babygirl." He whispered, pulling me closer, "Girl I could change your mind, but you probably heard it all ready. It's just you probably think I'm just smooth talking cause I'm from a city where you ain't gotta love to fuck. Just know that I wanna kiss you and I wanna love you.." He then breathed into my ear as I could already feel my panties getting wet with each word. "Am I moving too fast?" He then asked with a slight smirk.

"Not at all, you just are so fucking sexy." I sighed shaking my head, already seeing what this would lead too. I was getting hot and horny, and could tell he was feeling the same. Even with Rayban's covering his eyes I could just feel his eyes mentally undressing me as he softly touched my lower back.

"I can see your stressed, come rely on me for sex." He sang softly as my heart nearly dropped. His voice caressed me, without him even moving a finger. He was giving me the same exact chills that Abel gave me before, if not better. The tone of his had a different feel to it, it sounded more masculine, more demanding.

"Desirae!" My neck quickly snapped into the direction I had been called as I noticed Christina standing with a canvas Urban Outfitters bag in her hand as she tapped her foot impatiently. "You ready are what?" She then questioned, now making her way over towards me. From the distance where she was standing it seemed to her that I was by myself, but she once she noticed I wasn't alone her tone instantly changed. "Oh.." She chuckled awkwardly, dropping the attitude she had rather quickly. "...well hello there." She finally greeted.

"Hey." He smiled lightly with a quick wave.

"Jahron?" Christina asked instantly, as he tilted his shades from his eyes to get a better view of her. He then gave her a small hug as the two laughed. "I haven't seen you since high school!" She then added as he chuckled.

"Same for you Miss. Santini." He responded, "You and Laith still together?" He questioned as Christy's face immediately went flat as she sucked her teeth. He asked no more, already knowing answer. "Well nevermind, my mistake! Don't kill me" He responded defensively putting up his hands while she rolled her eyes.

"Anyways, what you doing over here with my girl?" She then asked, bringing the topic back over to me. Jahron smirked pulling me closer as Christina shook her head with a scuff. "My girl don't need no more nigga's like you in her life." Christina then added, not giving Jahron a moment to speak as she seemed to be my mother of the situation, telling me who from who nor I need in my life.