Tame Breeze....Peek inside

​“So, you want to explain why you're dipping out on me yet again like you got a man or something. Or is there something you want to tell me.”
“You seriously have to stop saying stuff like that to me.”
“Am I not speaking truth to you. You are jumping back into those tight ass jeans of yours as we speak in attempts to make your exit am I wrong.” Of, course his comment made Bre stop her actual jumping process of squeezing into her jeans.
“I have an entire business to run I don’t have time for any of those types of games.”
“That’s your favorite phrase it seems...those types of games like you’re trying to say that’s something happening without actually saying the words.” Normally at this point in the conversation, Quincey could be out of bed himself with at least his boxers and jeans on but today he stayed put half shielded by his duvet leaning back against his headboard.
“Seriously Q what is up with you? Every time I come over here lately we end up on this very same page.”
“Do we now?”
“Ugh…. like I said I have to go remember source of income waiting for me to open its doors so I guess we will talk another time.”
“Right and that will be when exactly?” Intrigued into Bre’s discomfort of the topic must have kicked in because he sat forward on the bed.
“Quincey seriously what is it if you have something to say then say it we are not kids so.”
Sure, he was right Bre never let anyone get close especially men no matter how much time they’d spent together. The current game with Quincey had been going on for over a year now and it was clear he had reached the point of wanting more than just the random meet ups at his or her place they had fallen into. Outside of the physical which was beyond what either of them expected each time nothing else progressed between them. Even though she’d known him well over five years they hadn’t approached one another in any intimate way until about a year ago when Bre found herself on another one of her self-doubt kicks in the middle of central park. Running into Q was pure accident she’d gone down to get a hot dog and enjoy the day since that was one of the things she and Angel always did during the summer, but now her best friend was on the other side of the country and happily married and she was seeking out her favorite lunch when Q bumped into her on his way to a pickup game. If life wasn’t full of any and every form of crap designed to make life as hard as possible Bre more than likely would have been happy to have that kind of attention. Quincey the six foot three physically fit dark caramel adolescent psychiatrist with his full mustache and unruly spiky afro was the exact man every woman dreamed of. Educated full of promise and not sitting back looking for life to hand him anything. But at the current moment, he was looking more and more pissed and not able to contain it.
“I just have a lot on my plate Q I thought you understood that you have just as much going on with trying to get the center up and running.” Since no matter how much pulling and tugging she did would change the fact that she couldn’t get the jeans any higher she gave up and sat on the edge of the bed near him.
“I completely understand; however, I also am not a fan of these roll around for a few hours sharing body fluids then act as if we don’t know each of till one of us is horny again.”
“So are you say….” Q put his finger to her lips before she could finish because it was clear Bre was about to hit panic mode.
“I’m saying let see a movie…. have a drink…. shit if all that is too much take a walk with me in the park but let’s stop the teenage shit.”
“Teenagers roll around sharing body fluids for hours?” The smirk on her face couldn’t be helped and at lease she got him to smile his million-megawatt smile at her.
“Woman stop picking the little shit and just let me show you better.”