Jagged Edges

by Grey Huffington

My orgasm hit me harder than a MACK truck, smacking me square in the gut and pulling my body upward then down again.

“It’s twenty of them,” he read my thoughts, “Each to celebrate a year of life for you. For every year you deemed your birthday unworthy, I’d like to change your mind. Because it is, in fact, a big fucking deal.”

Yes, I loved a confident woman, but there was something about a woman that had yet to step up to her full potential.

You’ve got something serious between your legs, mommas. I thought, sipping from my glass and nodding my head.

“Just don’t, Brisk. You’re incomparable.”

“I don’t have a dream job, Bello. I don’t dream of working at all, especially not out of necessity. I dream of enjoying my days and anticipating my nights because they’re filled with bliss, instead of dreading the rising of the sun because it means the beginning of a new work day. To be totally honest, I hate working and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I’m simply surviving and for now, work is necessary to do so,”

“Like I said before, love, I’m here to make your life simpler. The minute I stop doing that, drop my ass with a quickness. I’m the only source of financial aid you’ll need from this point on. I’ll set up an account for your monthly expenses. All you have to do is tell me exactly what you need and the money will be there.” “But, why?” I didn’t understand. “Because you’ve been carrying this load far too long and it was given to you far too soon. I’m here now. You can give it all to me to bear.”

“You’re pretty when you’re asleep. When you open your eyes, it intensifies.”

“It’s okay to care, Brisk. That makes your heart feel funny, too. Caring deeply for someone and that’s what we’re both on.