“Yeah, I’m good. I just missed talking to you.” I kept it real. “Let’s go somewhere private.” I took her hand in mine. Shit felt good too. We ended up in a private room, and for a minute, I just appreciated how beautiful this woman was, and not only on the inside. I did want to help Shakur, but if I was being honest, the thought of making Lisara be my wife, whether it was on some fake shit or not, had a nigga feeling some shit I couldn’t quite explain.
