Nina & Dee

Three

"Babe, you ready?"

I slid on a cropped jean spaghetti strapped top that held a couple distressed slits on the sides and back of it. It was my third time changing into a different outfit and Dee had asked me if I was ready each time and all I would reply back with was an, almost.

"Almost." I said, slipping into a matching jean skirt that ended just above my knees.

Suddenly the bedroom door flew open and Dee stood with his hand still resting on the doorknob and an annoyed look plastered on his face. It was times like these that made him even more upset because while he was being fed up with me, his mean demeanor and look as a whole only turned me on.

I tried my hardest to hide my smirk by reaching down for my black Puma creepers.

"Nina, hurry up man. I'm hungry and you do this junk all the time,"

He slung his arms and plopped down onto the bed. His cologne filled my nose as I slipped my foot into my sneaker.

"You wanna go out and you start getting ready like an hour before I do, yet here we are. Here I am sitting here waiting on you and you're just now putting you're shoes on, dawg."

"Boy quit crying," I said, standing up and looking down at my attire.

I was pretty pleased with it, at least I'd have to be. There was no way I'd be able to change again with Dee acting like this or there might not be any going out tonight.

I looked at his annoyed face and then at his clothes. He wore a long sleeved tan thermal and light blue distressed jeans with cuffs at the ends. I then looked down at his shoes: dark brown oxfords.

He knew what jewelry to add as well: a small gold necklace with my name on it and another gold necklace that was longer than the other with the cross. His wrist glistened with the gold Michael Kors watch I'd bought him for his birthday last year.

"I'm ready now."

I snatched my purse from off of the bed and leaned in for a kiss. He continued to sit there and glare at me while my lips pressed against his.

I giggled. "Keep acting like that and I bet you won't get any of this tonight."

I started to walk out of the bedroom before he grasped my arm and pulled me into him. He stood up and slid his hand around my waist.

"Oh you know I'm getting some tonight."

I burst out laughing and walked away towards the bathroom. Deondre was nothing but a clown. When it came to sex, I was a huge tease. Some nights I'd let him get some and others, mostly when he would make me upset, he'd go to sleep sexless, and others, we both would just want to chill.

That's another thing that I loved about my man. He never pressured me to do something that I didn't want to do or that I was uncomfortable with. He wasn't sex crazed either and didn't make it a priority in our relationship.

It makes me think about our first time. It had to have been a few days after we'd found out that my mother; well, Leslie and Chad had been sentenced to prison.

It was maybe eight at night and my brothers had left to head to their apartments and left Dee and I in his mother's house.

I had lied across the bed and rested my head in my hands. Weight had been taken off of my shoulders and my heart was racing.

"I feel.." I began, my eyes wandering up Dee's body as he stood in front of the bedroom window.

He was shirtless and his hands were tucked into his jean pockets.