me out. It’s clear you have some wall around you, but I ain’t the enemy, Cam. I never was.”
Cameron suddenly softened her disposition. Slowly, she reached over and placed her hand on top of Jag’s. It was surprisingly cold. “You’re right,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
Jag looked down at her hand covering his. It’d been months since they had any physical contact. He didn’t quite know how to take it at first so he moved his hand away. Jag loved Cam, but she intimidated him at the same time. She was the only person in the world who had control over him. He felt powerless with her.
With the women he dealt with, things were much more straightforward and uncomplicated. He fucked and sent their asses on their merry way… He never even kissed them. He didn’t want that level of intimacy with any of them. But with Cam… shit was different. He was different. She didn’t know it, but he was like putty in her hands. She did things to him — unexplainable things that both scared and excited him.
Cameron noticed his odd gesture, but decided not to speak on it.
“You know if you ever needed help — or anything, I got you. You don’t always have to feel like you have to do everything on your own.”
“I get tired of asking you for favors. And to be honest, I don’t want some dude taking care of me.”
“I’m not some dude.”
“You know what I mean,” Cameron said. “I just don’t…” she paused. “I guess I just don’t want you — or anyone else turning into Jude. Do you know what he said to me the day I left? His ass told me he saved me by modifying my life. Can you believe that? I don’t want anyone else to make me feel as low as that comment made feel—”
Jag reached over and touched her hand. “First off, I’m not Jude — or anything like him. You can come to me. I want you to… and there’s no imposition. You don’t owe me shit… just don’t change ya number on me again, a'ight,” he smiled.
Cameron laughed and shook her head. “Why’re you so good to me, Jag?”
“’Cuz I…” his voice trailed off.
Cameron’s grin grew wider. “Because you what? Say it,” she pressed.
“’Cuz I… admire you…” Jag couldn’t bring himself to say the word ‘love.’ He’d already let her in once, only for his sentiments not to be returned. Jag had too much pride to allow that to happen again. Besides, Cam knew how he felt. He didn’t need to say it.
“You admire me?” she repeated. Cam stared at him sideways. She knew he was fronting, but she granted him a pass.
Jag gave her an enigmatic smile before looking down at their hands. He loved the way their different skin tones complimented each other. “That, among other things,” he simply said.
“I’ll take that,” she told him. “Anyway yesterday me and Juicy did this private party downtown. Things got a little crazy towards the end but I met this guy… Cole. He stood up for me when one of the niggas started harassing me. He wanted to maybe see each other again afterwards.”
Jag slowly moved his hand away again. He was silent, and annoyed that she was even telling him that shit.
“He was a normal guy,” she laughed. “I don’t know why that’s so weird and foreign to me now. He seemed sweet. Not into any BS — or so he claims. He works at a warehouse.”
There was still no response on Jag’s end.
Cameron looked confused. “You don’t have anything to say?”
“You want me to be happy you met some square?” Jag asked sarcastically. “Fuck that dude.”
“Somebody ‘s the jealous type.”
“I’m not into any BS. Will that make me more interesting to you?”
Cameron laughed. “Whatever. You keep your hand in all types of shit, Jag.”
He guffawed. “No, I’m serious. I’m legit now.”
Cameron raised an eyebrow. She didn’t believe him. “How so?”
“Invested some of my savings into a restaurant for my mother,” he lied.
“You bought your mother a restaurant?” Cameron had no
Cameron suddenly softened her disposition. Slowly, she reached over and placed her hand on top of Jag’s. It was surprisingly cold. “You’re right,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
Jag looked down at her hand covering his. It’d been months since they had any physical contact. He didn’t quite know how to take it at first so he moved his hand away. Jag loved Cam, but she intimidated him at the same time. She was the only person in the world who had control over him. He felt powerless with her.
With the women he dealt with, things were much more straightforward and uncomplicated. He fucked and sent their asses on their merry way… He never even kissed them. He didn’t want that level of intimacy with any of them. But with Cam… shit was different. He was different. She didn’t know it, but he was like putty in her hands. She did things to him — unexplainable things that both scared and excited him.
Cameron noticed his odd gesture, but decided not to speak on it.
“You know if you ever needed help — or anything, I got you. You don’t always have to feel like you have to do everything on your own.”
“I get tired of asking you for favors. And to be honest, I don’t want some dude taking care of me.”
“I’m not some dude.”
“You know what I mean,” Cameron said. “I just don’t…” she paused. “I guess I just don’t want you — or anyone else turning into Jude. Do you know what he said to me the day I left? His ass told me he saved me by modifying my life. Can you believe that? I don’t want anyone else to make me feel as low as that comment made feel—”
Jag reached over and touched her hand. “First off, I’m not Jude — or anything like him. You can come to me. I want you to… and there’s no imposition. You don’t owe me shit… just don’t change ya number on me again, a'ight,” he smiled.
Cameron laughed and shook her head. “Why’re you so good to me, Jag?”
“’Cuz I…” his voice trailed off.
Cameron’s grin grew wider. “Because you what? Say it,” she pressed.
“’Cuz I… admire you…” Jag couldn’t bring himself to say the word ‘love.’ He’d already let her in once, only for his sentiments not to be returned. Jag had too much pride to allow that to happen again. Besides, Cam knew how he felt. He didn’t need to say it.
“You admire me?” she repeated. Cam stared at him sideways. She knew he was fronting, but she granted him a pass.
Jag gave her an enigmatic smile before looking down at their hands. He loved the way their different skin tones complimented each other. “That, among other things,” he simply said.
“I’ll take that,” she told him. “Anyway yesterday me and Juicy did this private party downtown. Things got a little crazy towards the end but I met this guy… Cole. He stood up for me when one of the niggas started harassing me. He wanted to maybe see each other again afterwards.”
Jag slowly moved his hand away again. He was silent, and annoyed that she was even telling him that shit.
“He was a normal guy,” she laughed. “I don’t know why that’s so weird and foreign to me now. He seemed sweet. Not into any BS — or so he claims. He works at a warehouse.”
There was still no response on Jag’s end.
Cameron looked confused. “You don’t have anything to say?”
“You want me to be happy you met some square?” Jag asked sarcastically. “Fuck that dude.”
“Somebody ‘s the jealous type.”
“I’m not into any BS. Will that make me more interesting to you?”
Cameron laughed. “Whatever. You keep your hand in all types of shit, Jag.”
He guffawed. “No, I’m serious. I’m legit now.”
Cameron raised an eyebrow. She didn’t believe him. “How so?”
“Invested some of my savings into a restaurant for my mother,” he lied.
“You bought your mother a restaurant?” Cameron had no
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