After 'I Do'

III

11 p.m.

"I feel like Imani is drifting away from me and there's nothing I can do about it." I said to Christina.

"There is something you can do about it."

"Yeah and what is that?" I asked sarcastically.

"I rather you tuck that sarcasm away and you could make her feel wanted. She comes home from work; make her come to rose pedals, scented candles, dimmed lights, slow music, bubble bath, feet massage, unnecessary but lovely gifts.....look shower her with nice gift, females love that. Come on D'Shawn I know your father taught you better, dawg."

I looked dearly at her beautiful face and pulled her in for a passionate, lingering kiss like I never kiss anyone before fortunately she kissed back, the same way like she was waiting. She slowly laid back and we continued. I started feeling on her fine body and I went and tried to pull down her pants then she stopped kissing me.

"I don't think that's a great idea, Shawn." She got up from under me.

"I'm sorry...I-"

"It's okay. I know...we were in the moment; happens all the time. Let's just pretend that never happened. Agreed?"

"Agreed. Well, I think it's time for me to leave now, don't ya think?"

"I mean, if you want to, dear."

"I think I should, well see you later Chris."

"Alright, D'Shawn. Have a goodnight."

"You too." I left.

I shouldn't have done that. How would I feel if Imani kissed another guy which turns out to be my best friend.....it wouldn't sit well with me at all. Well it happened by mistake and there's no need to escalate it by telling Imani.

Friday Night....

The night came, I was Harlow's waiting for that dime piece to walk in. As I sipped on my dirty martini, she walked in a red short and tight dress, hair in a ponytail with curlys at the tips. She was looking around then I raised my hand and she saw me and sauntered toward me as sexily as she can. This woman is a walking work of art

"So you're Malik?" She said with a beautiful smile.

"Yes, it's a pleasure meeting you Imani Jackson. You look rather lavish tonight."

"The pleasure's all mine and thank you, you do too."

"Would you care for a drink?" I said trying to sound white.

"Certainly." She said, playing along. We both smiled.

We talked, talked, talked and talked. She failed to mention D'Shawn. We talked about our past, present and we want our future to be like.

12 a.m.

We sat on the couch in a little corner, she was all over me. I love the smell of honey hair. Her lips were a pale pink that reminded me of a rose bud. The top lip was thinner, but not too thin, and it had a natural cupid's bow; the bottom one was larger and more plush. I stared at them; I wanted to feel her lips against mine.

I kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. My hand rested below her ear, my thumb caressing her cheek as our breaths mingled. She ran her hands down my back, then pulling me closer until there was no space left between us on the couch.

After that I was addicted, I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she was around. I dedicated my life to being with her from the moment of that first kiss, for I knew that if I lost her I would loose myself. She was the half that made me whole.