Outta of Dime

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Uriah massaged Amils's neck and back. She needed to know if she had a chance, so she came right out with it. "Amil, do you wanna get serious with me?"
  He took a second to respond. "I don't know know. Maybe." That wasn't what she wanted to hear. "Maybe" only led to false hope. Uriah played cool and kept on massaging. "Now give me a real answer."
  He rolled over so that they faced each other. "You want me to tell you what your wanna hear, or the truth?"
  "The truth."
  He licked his lips and folded his arms behind his head. "Aight. Uriah, you're a pretty girl, and i'm feeling you. I look forward to seeing you and all that. But you out there way too much. You hollering you about to slow down and all that, but how do I know that's not temporary? I gotta stay focused on achieve mode, so I don't have time to be wondering where you at or who you wit'. I can't even reach you half the time I call. You not home, and you got your cellphone turned off." He shook his head. "You too dangerous, Ma. You got the looks, the personality, and some pretty good conversation. But I can't wife somebody I can't trust."
  You could've knocked Uriah over with a feather. All she could come up with was "Word?" She got up and played it off so he wouldn't see the tears starting to form in her eyes.