That Sik Luv

by Jescie Hall

She stands, checking his pants pockets until she finds the key to the cuffs, before placing a heel on the side of his cheek. His eyes grow wide with caution. “I’m not missing anything, Nox,” she says to him, her heel indenting the side of his face. “And no one, especially not a strung-out pimp from Detroit, disrespects Aero in front of me.” Oh, fuck. Nox’s eyes glance over at me as I sit back with a satisfied grin on my face, cocking my brow. She was listening the whole time. I didn’t think she could hear us. “Aw man, y’all are so fucked up.” He laughs against the rug beneath him. “I love it.” I knew he would. “Remove my heel with your teeth,” she commands. He does, eagerly. “Kiss my foot,” she says with an angelic smile. He smiles back at her before kissing the edge of her toes. “Now open your mouth,” she commands, pushing her pretty pink toenail against his lips. “And show me how good you can suck.” “Marry me?” he asks abruptly against her foot. “I think I’m in love with you.”