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want him soooo bad! But I’ma keep it fly. He fastens the clasp of the necklace around my neck. Tells me he charged it on his dad’s American Express card and has to pay him back. But who cares? My necklace is beautiful. It hangs perfect! I turn to face him.
    â€œI’ve never bought any girl jewelry this expensive before, but there’s something real special about you and I really dig you, Miyah.”
    I look up, gazing into his hazel eyes, and know for certain that I am in love with him. “I’m never taking it off.”
    â€œIt looks beautiful on you,” he says, gazing back at me. His hands are on my waist, pulling me into him. They are big and strong, and feel good on my body. I’m not gonna front. I’m happy to see him, but . . . I’m happier to see the banging gift he bought me.
    â€œYou feel so good,” he says, leaning in and trying to kiss me. I jerk my head back, pushing him back with the palm of my hand.
    â€œHold up. Just because you bought me a lil sumthin-sumthin’,” I say, smirking, “don’t be thinking you’re gonna be jizzing it up on me. You got the wrong memo. I’m not that kinda girl.”
    He laughs. “‘Jizzin’ it up,’ hahahaha. Yo, you mad funny. Where’d you get that from?”
    I eye him real sexy-like. “Oh, so you not tryna grind up on me?”
    He eyes me back. “Nah . . . I’m tryna hold you close and whisper something in your ear.”
    I playfully mush him. “Yeah, right. And what were you gonna say?”
    He smiles wider, taking my hand in his, pulling me toward his truck. “Come here and let me tell you.”
    I glance over my shoulder to see if my nosy mother is peeking through the curtains. Surprisingly, she’s not. Sincere leads me around to the driver’s side, then leans up against the door, pulling me into him. He kisses me on the lips again. We kiss for what feels like forever until I break away.
    â€œYou better stop before the Wicked Witch comes out and screams on you.”
    He laughs. “Ya mom digs me. You see how she smiled at me when I spoke to her?”
    I roll my eyes. “Boy, please. What ever. It’s all an act, trust me. That woman is—”
    He shuts me up with another kiss. It lingers longer than I’m used to. And I feel myself getting dizzy. His hands drop from my waist to the small of my back, then rest on my round behind. He squeezes.
    Oh God, his hands feel so good on me . I feel myself starting to tingle inside. I pull myself away from his soft, juicy lips.
    â€œSo, um . . . what is it you wanted to whisper to me?”
    His lips curl up into a sexy grin. He leans in and kisses me again, then kisses my neck. “You taste like candy, baby. . . real sweet.”
    I lick my lips, grinning as he pulls me closer into him. “You want this candy?” I tease.
    â€œYeah,” he whispers into my ear in between more kisses. I feel like my whole body is on fire! Cool it, girl .
    â€œHold up . . . waaaaait a minute . . . let me get all up in it. Go get a room! Y’all two are straight nasty with it!”
    Sincere and I jump. It’s my girl Zahara, sneaking up on us. She’s wearing a pair of black boy shorts, a cute white blouse that criss-crosses in the front and a pair of red six-inch peep-toe heels. Zahara is a pretty brown-skinned diva with big brown eyes and pouty lips. And at 5’3”, she never, ever, leaves the house without a pair of heels on. She lives for a fly pair of heels. She’s also the shortest one out of my clique. And she has the loudest mouth, too. But I love her dearly.
    â€œOhmygod, girl, will you be quiet, coming up here all loud and whatnot. You scared the crap outta me. Where the hell did you come from?”
    She laughs. “My brother dropped me off on the corner. And I walked down. Heeey, Siiincere,” she says, almost singing his name.
    â€œWassup, Zee,