No Boyz Allowed
“We sat on a crisp white, high-back bench, in between the porcelain unicorns and horses, eating cotton candy from the same stick. He was so cute as I took pieces of the soft pink candy and slipped them into his mouth, purposely letting my index finger stroke the center of his tongue.
“Yo,” he said as the carousel spun softly. “Don’t tell anybody that you were feeding me cotton candy, a’ight?”
“Why?” I blushed, as I snuggled against his chest and he clasped his hands around my waist. “It’s romant...ic.”
“Being here with you is romantic. You feeding me cotton candy—pink cotton candy—is a little you know . . .”
“No, what?”
“A little,” he hesitated. “You know—”
“Anti-swag?” I volunteered.
“There it is.”
I laughed as I ran my thumb across his full lips and swept away a few specks of sugar. “Ooooh, sooo, you have to keep your thuggism in check at all times. Got it.”
“Don’t be extra.” He smiled at me and I wanted to melt.
“I’m not being extra.MoreLess
“Yo,” he said as the carousel spun softly. “Don’t tell anybody that you were feeding me cotton candy, a’ight?”
“Why?” I blushed, as I snuggled against his chest and he clasped his hands around my waist. “It’s romant...ic.”
“Being here with you is romantic. You feeding me cotton candy—pink cotton candy—is a little you know . . .”
“No, what?”
“A little,” he hesitated. “You know—”
“Anti-swag?” I volunteered.
“There it is.”
I laughed as I ran my thumb across his full lips and swept away a few specks of sugar. “Ooooh, sooo, you have to keep your thuggism in check at all times. Got it.”
“Don’t be extra.” He smiled at me and I wanted to melt.
“I’m not being extra.MoreLess
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