“Oh, so what you tryna say?” I tease. “I’m usually busted?”

“Nah, nuthin’ like that. I’m sayin’…you always do ya thang, but to finally get you outside of classes, you the truth, fo’ sho. So can I get a hug?”

I smirk. “I guess. But don’t be tryna press up on me too hard. I don’t wanna have’ta slice ya grill.” He laughs, pullin’ me into his arms. He gives me a quick, but strong, manly hug and kisses me on the cheek. It’s been a long time since a bitch felt a nigga’s arms ’round her. I almost forgot what the shit felt like. I inhale his cologne. The nigga got the nerve to be wearin’ one’a my favorites. My pussy twitches. “OhmyGod, I can’t do this wit’ you. You killin’ me wit’ that Bora Bora.”

He frowns. “Damn, too strong?” he asks, soundin’ disappointed, liftin’ his arm and smellin’ himself. “My bad, ma.”

“Too strong,” I grin. “Nigga, you tryna get ya’self some pussy wearin’ that shit ’round me.”

“Oh shit,” he says, smilin’, “then in that case let me go put on some more.”

“Don’t push ya luck, muhfucka.”

He laughs, takin’ me by the hand and leadin’ me toward the restaurant’s entrance. Surprisin’ly I let ’em get that. Even though I said I wasn’t feelin’ him on any extras, a bitch might need to take a moment to rethink that. Damn, he got some big hands. I peep how his jeans fit his ass and lick my lips wit’out thinkin’. Shit, fuck what ya heard. A bitch is horny! I want a warm, hard body to get it in wit’. A bitch’s tired of fuckin’ these fingas and a buncha dildos. And the muhfucka gotta nice ass, too. I imagine sinkin’ my nails into his plump, juicy ass, pullin’ ’im deep into this pussy. I quickly shake the thought.

Once inside, we’re immediately seated. Five minutes later our waiter comes to the table to take our orders. I order the mac ’n cheese, collard greens, turkey wings and cornbread stuffin’. He gets the steak and shrimp combo wit’ the same sides as me. We both order large pink lemonades. My stomach growls the minute the waiter returns and sits a basket of corn muffins on the table.