APPLE
The tip of his fingers traveled up the back of my legs, mimicking a crawling motion.
My eyes slowly closed as each movement made my stomach flutter.
The pecks to my back were mere sentiments of romance.
Harlem was so gentle, so passionate, that I wondered how I had not noticed him before.
He kissed the back of my neck, then my cheek.
“That feels so good,” I whispered.
He slowly pried my legs open and entered my center slowly. I opened my mouth and released a sweet moan. “Ah.”
Things felt different while I wasn’t on pills.
Everything was so vivid, so in your face, unlike how I felt when I was on pills, which took away the reality, keeping me in a space where I was shielded from the truth.
I knew Jesaiah wasn’t my person the day I opened my legs to him, but being that girl, I felt like, because we were one and the same, it only made sense.
However, all that did was put me on a downward spiral.
I didn’t have to be the popular girl around Harlem.
I didn’t have to be perfect; I just had to be myself.
My hips lifted slightly to match Harlem’s pace. He wrapped one arm around my waist as his hip motion caught a beat. His lips kissed at my back as he stroked the fuck out of me.
“Mmm,” he moaned.
“Ooo, ah,” I whined.
His grip became tight as we moved in sync. “You okay?” he whispered, out of breath.
I ended up telling him that Jesaiah was the only guy I had been intimate with, so maybe this was his way of finding out if I liked what he was doing, and I did. I couldn’t respond, so I nodded.
“Good,” he said before lifting me higher and spreading me wider.
He applied pressure to my lower back and picked up his pace.
My body shot up and down as my face swiveled on the pillow.
There was no room for talk because my grunts did all the work.
Harlem felt good. In my mind, Jesaiah was the best, but I was wrong.
He continued until I felt a wave of tingling course through me.
I belted a moan that I wasn’t expecting.
When we were done, I lay in bed while he cleaned up and began moving around his apartment. I watched him pack pills, weed, and what I believed to be shrooms.
“Why do you do this?” I asked.
I mean, he didn’t want me on the pills, but he was selling them. Harlem seemed smart, and I didn’t understand the logic.
“If I don’t, who will?”
I lifted with the sheet covering my chest. “It doesn’t make sense. You don’t want me to be on them, but you're giving it to other students.”
He stopped and turned toward me. “Apple, I say this respectfully. Not everyone abuses shit like Adderall and Xanax. Some students need what I have to offer. You know, for focusing purposes, anxiety. One of my customers doesn’t get sleep because they’ve been up all night studying.
Some students have health care to get what they need, while others are broke and can barely afford a meal. I don’t sell to everyone.”
My head flew back. “So, you’re saying I’m an addict?”
He dropped his head and shook it. “If that’s what you got from everything I said, then maybe you are.”
I shot up from the bed. I wasn’t a fucking addict. Who was Harlem to tell me that? I slipped my dress on, then my shoes. Harlem didn’t even move.
“Fuck you, Harlem. I thought you were different, but you're not.”
“Apple, you are tripping. I’m not about to play this game with you. I like what we have, but if you're easily offended by something like the truth, then yes, your best bet is to leave. I hope you figure it out, though, because the girl I just got done loving on is the one I like better.”
I snatched up my bag and waited for him to stop me, but he continued to do what he was doing. I swung the door open and immediately told myself that if today was going to be a bad day for me, God should have just said that.
His lips curled into a smirk as his eyes scanned me up and down. “Apple,” he muttered.
I cleared my throat. “Jesaiah.”
Fuck my life!