Maybe for the Summer

by Aubreé Pynn

Seeing her cousin take dick from the back wasn’t an image she needed stuck in the recesses of her mind.

Julius ran his hand over his face. He was in trouble. This wasn’t a woman he could hit and forget. She was going to live in his dreams, haunt him down and beckon him to drink from her river. She was going to make a mess of him.

Julius questioned, strolling in with sunglasses on his face, shimmers of the eye patches poking out from underneath.

“And what’s one thing I’ma always do?” Julius asked, removing his sunglasses, exposing the eye patches applied all wrong. “Slide.”

😫

“Live in the moment, we’ll worry about later when we get there.”

“His little yea yea ain’t kissed it yet,” Kizzie grunted.

“Bebe and Nesha challenged us not to talk about y’all during dinner. I lost. Bad.”

Annoying lol

No shots of alcohol. He wanted to feel it all. The nerves in his stomach. The flutter in his chest. The heaviness of his feet. He needed to feel it all.

“Since you’re twisting her up like you do your fingers, be mindful. She ain’t no damn baby mama.”

Julius removed the flag someone in the crowd dropped in the casket along with a chain. Leaning into the casket, Julius whispered, “You don’t deserve any of this shit. This was for your momma. She’ll never know what kind of snake you were. Rest in hell, nigga.”