I Think I Might Need You (Love Sisters, #2)

by Christina C. Jones

“If these people wanna hear about my hoe-tivities, they gotta read my book.” “Yes,” I laughed. “How Jemma Got her Back Cracked, out in three days at all major retailers.”

He pursed his lips. “Don’t play that shit with me girl, you let another nigga get you pregnant, like I wasn’t supposed to be the one to ruin your Summer. That’s cold as hell, Jo.” “I will fucking kill you,” I threatened, as a grin spread across his face. “You’re not funny!”

I remembered wanting to end the old year with a bang. I remembered starting the new year getting banged.

Both of my parents drilled into us to never let anybody make us feel unworthy, or unwanted, in any capacity. On a job, in a friendship, in a relationship – there was always room to walk away.

With me, there were only three shades to the way I engaged people – black, white, gray. I didn’t fuck with you, I fucked with you, or I was extremely neutral.

“Whatever you overlook now, you'll be overlooking for the rest of your relationship. Maybe for the rest of your life. If it doesn’t feel right, don’t you dare let that nigga slide, or he’ll treat you like his own personal waterpark.”

“That nigga can go on about his business, dance off the side of a building for all I give a fuck. You don’t need him. I got you.”

“Man… give me my baby, I'm about to go.” He stared at me, completely serious, for several seconds. I stared right back, before finally speaking again. “You… do realize that can't happen, right?” I asked. “Since I haven't actually had the baby yet.” His eyes narrowed. “I'm not dumb,” he said. “I'm just practicing for when I inevitably have to argue with your ass, since I see you like keeping secrets and shit. I already know we ain’t gone fucking get along!”

“I don't know. It just seems... Abrupt.” “Well,” he said, grabbing the gearshift to move. “Almost a decade ago now, I had this girlfriend who taught me a very important lesson about not half stepping. So now, when I decide I'm about something… I'm not halfway into it. There's no ambiguity. I'm all in.”

“Well, your logic is that the people who love you, don’t want you to feel bad. So, following that, if you love yourself… why are digging into this narrative that only serves to make you feel bad?”

Oh, and getting this power-walking shit down – it’s some old ladies down at the mall in them big white sneakers that want smoke with me. I got a partner now, we can go get that shit popping.”

“Not for nothing, I ain’t goin’, I’ll be forever hoein’.”