In the Gray

by B.B. Reid

Kissing, for whatever reason, had always felt more intimate than fucking. The latter could be done for the sole purpose of busting a nut or making a baby. Kissing, however, was completely fucking unnecessary. It always felt like I was sending a message I didn’t mean or making promises I didn’t intend to keep. So, yeah, kissing was out. It was too affectionate, too personal, and most of the women I’ve encountered had never measured up.

“I’d miss you,” he told me. “And if you left, I’d follow you. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than on your bumper, Dream.”

From the moment she’d tried to kill me in a jealous rage three nights ago, I decided I was ready for a girlfriend, and I wanted that girl to be Dream.

Shawty is big crazy over this girl