Me: are we going to talk about what happened?
KB: and fo what?
Me: you just can’t⎯
KB: look, I know what happ I was there.
I fell silent. I stood there in my bedroom, dripping. Soaking wet. Moments earlier KB had pulled me into the shower and his mouth tasted every bit of me. The tongue was perfect, sweet and delicious. He handed me my towel and I slowly got undressed to change into some dry clothes. I let my wet clothes hang over the closet door.
KB: I like you. There’s sumn bout you.
Me: you had 2 kids. an insane baby mamma. I’m not getting in between any of that.
KB: who sayz you do? thing I got fo you ain’t bout dem. It’s bout you J.
I took a deep breath and sat on the edge of my bed with my towel wrapped around my waist.
Me: I just don’t know KB. I am a bit too old aren’t⎯
KB: I don’t give a fuck doe. I want chu.
KB: what dat mean? what Mm mean?
Me: I don’t know. This is… complicated.
KB: what? nahh. it ain’t. You live here. Momz, righ here [he pointed to the window]. My girl and em? They leave in Malden.
Me: and you? where do you live?
He walked over to the bed. He’d been standing at the window, looking down at the street. Possibly looking at his mother’s place. He stood in front of me and got down on his knees.
KB was already dressed in short, t-shirt, ankle socks and slides. I stared into his eyes.
KB: umma be wherever you tell me to be. you want me here. you got it.
Me: can I think about this?
KB: oh yea fo sho.
Me: I’m exhausted tho. Like, drained and this headache is really bothering my vision.
I got up and pulled the sheet up, dropped the towels and climbed into bed.
Me: can you close the blinds for me and the pull the curtains close, please? Thank you.
KB did what I asked. Quietly.
KB: you need anythin?
Me: I’m okay. Just need to close my eyes.
Within moments I drifted and I heard the door being locked. KB got into bed around me and slid beside me. He held my waist close to him and my arm. He stroked the back of my scalp. I drifted to sleep conflicted.
This is a bad idea.