Sinnamon & Golds

by Lady Marie

“Nah, ain’t no way you finna be carrying these bags with me standing here.” I threw up my hands, not about to argue with him. “And as far as my generosity, point out where you need to go, and we can head over and get what you need.”

Now that's a man!

Especially since after today, you won’t remember a time when a nigga wasn’t on your mind.”

“Ain’t nobody ever told you it ain’t trickin’ if you got it?” I shot back. “Damn, Vontae, guess you just don’t have it or her, huh?”

Bruh, the only hoe I see around here is you. Fumbling thick mama and then begging her to take you back like a nineties R&B singer crying in the rain? Nigga, maybe you can’t tell, but this ain’t a music video. I promise you, she’s good.”

“This my shit now,” he said, breaking the kiss. I was out of breath but still managed to retort, “Is that what you think?” “Shorty, that’s what I know.”