Undercover

PART 13

#Undercover 13

“Thank you for allowing me to be your date tonight, Monica. I wouldn’t have wanted any other on my arm tonight. You look absolutely stunning” Paul says as he grabs our coats. As he helps me into the front passenger seat of his pickup truck, I stop to tell him “Thank you.” As he climbs into the truck, I continue by saying “I’ve had a lot going on since we started school this semester. It’s nice to finally see a change. Thanks for inviting me to the formal. I think we made a cute couple” I say nervously. “Yeah, well, evidently my mom did too. I just know she took a million pictures of us. Once she gets them developed, I’ll make sure you get some” Paul says as he starts his truck so that we can warm up. “I swear, I’ll never get used to the winter months. I think I’m a spring/fall gal. The cold weather and I don’t sit well” I say rubbing the palms of my hands together and blowing into them.

“Why are you waaay over there? Come closer. Let me help get you warm” Paul teases. I slide from the passenger side to the middle of the truck and he wraps his arms around me. Paul switches on the radio and Butta Love by Next comes on. We look into one another’s eyes and I temporarily forget the struggles that I’ve faced over the past few months of this semester. “May I?” Paul asks as he softly plants his left hand on the right side of my face. I don’t say a word. He leans in and gives me a pec on the lips. I kiss him back and before I know it our tongues are in a tough-of-war match. With just his fingertips, Paul runs his hand from the faux diamond strap around my right ankle up to my knee. Lost in the moment, I hadn’t realized but Paul’s hand is underneath my dress at my panty line. I reach underneath my dress and pull Paul’s hand away. He continues kissing me and then starts to lean me back toward the passenger door. “Paul, I’m not ready for this yet” I mumble between kisses. “Shhh…it’s alright baby” he whispers to me as he begins to kiss on my neck. I instantly have a flashback of Saddiq. Pressing my hand against his chest, I say “Paul, stop.” He doesn’t stop though. Thinking that maybe he’s just stuck in the moment, I repeat myself saying “Paul, stop.” “Are you serious? You’re kidding right?” Paul says sitting back up on the driver’s side of his truck. “Yes, I’m serious. I’m not ready. I mean, the kissing is fine but I’m not ready. I think we’re moving a bit too fast” I say scooting back over to the passenger side of the truck. I grab the tail of my beautifully crafted, black tulle dress and gather my composure. I don’t look back at Paul, I just open the door to the truck and climb out. As I do, Paul grabs my hand and says “Please, don’t go. I thought after two months you’d be ready for sex.” “So you thought that after two months of “talking” to one another I’d be ready to have sex with you? If that’s what you thought, then I wish you’d never introduced yourself at the coffee shop that day. You’re a fun, sexy guy but I’m not interested in having sex with you….not now at least” I say snatching my hand away and stepping away from the truck.

“Nigga, she said back off!” I hear someone say. I look up and there he is in all of his glory. Saddiq.