side of his face.
“ I think you already know this, Malik,” I whispered, “but, I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen. Since you placed that ring on my finger.” And then, I added, “And this has nothing to do with an infatuation. I’m a grown woman and I know what I feel.”
He stood there, looking so deeply into my eyes, it felt like he was staring straight into my soul. My heart began to pump as if it was making its way out of my chest. This was it. I knew what was going to come next—he was going to accept this, he was going to lean over and seal our fate with a kiss.
When he bent toward me, I closed my eyes and parted my lips to receive him. But then, he grabbed my hand, and my eyes snapped open. Though his touch was gentle, his words were not.
“We’re not going to do this, Sister Pink,” he said almost in a growl, before he let go of me and strolled to his desk.
I had to blink a couple of times. There was so much wrong with this picture. Turning around, I watched as he settled into the chair where I ’d just sat.
“ What you’re feeling is not love,” Malik said with a sigh that felt so heavy. “You were young, and you still are.”
“ I’m not young anymore, Malik,” I said, placing my right hand on my hip. “I’m old enough to know.”
He blew out a couple of extra breaths. “ Well then, you have to know that this is never going to work. I would never be able to reciprocate any feelings. I’m a married man, I’m your pastor, I’m....”
“ You’re making excuses,” I said, stepping toward him. “Because none of that matters. Not if God really wants us to be together.”
He chuckled a little, making a sound that I didn ’t like. “How could God possibly want that, Sister Pink?” he asked. Again, he shook his head and the glimmer that I saw in his eyes before had flipped. Now, I saw just a bit of pity. “Sister Pink, you don’t love me and God didn’t tell you we were going to be together.”
Sister Pink! Sister Pink! Sister Pink! Ugh! He sounded as steadfast as he did when he came by my condo. And I thought that he’d just said those things because he was there with his wife. Maybe it wasn’t her. Maybe he really believed the things that he was saying.
No! The devil was a lie. Satan was just trying to get in my head. I knew the voice of God as sure as I knew my own name.
Malik’s reaction just meant that I had to make a bold move. Something to show him, something to convince him.
I was right in front of him when the idea came to me. And, I did one of the things that I did best. I brought tears to my eyes and dropped my head into my hands. I sobbed and just like I knew Malik would do, he jumped up.
“ Sister Pink...”
That was all he had a chance to say. I grabbed him in between his legs.
“Ah,” he moaned, not sounding at all like he was hurt. I squeezed the part that made him a man. “Ahhhhhhhh.” His moan was louder and longer this time.
He w as as hard as a rock and I wondered just how long it had been since he’d been touched this way. He squirmed trying to release my hold on him, though I didn’t think he was trying all that hard. But I held onto him like my life depended on it. In a way, it did.
It was going to take more than just me holding him like this to show him that I was a woman. I had to make this man see and feel all that he would have once he surrendered and did what God wanted.
With my right hand, I squeezed him as hard as I could. With my left, I slipped the strap off my shoulder revealing my left breast. Really, I wanted to let my dress drop all the way so that Malik could see and appreciate all of me. But, I couldn’t release my grip. It seemed, though, like what I’d revealed was enough. Malik’s eyes bulged, though his face was still twisted in his sweet pain. I could’ve just blown on him and he would’ve toppled over. Instead, I gave him a little shove, and he fell back into his chair.
It was the lessons that
“ I think you already know this, Malik,” I whispered, “but, I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen. Since you placed that ring on my finger.” And then, I added, “And this has nothing to do with an infatuation. I’m a grown woman and I know what I feel.”
He stood there, looking so deeply into my eyes, it felt like he was staring straight into my soul. My heart began to pump as if it was making its way out of my chest. This was it. I knew what was going to come next—he was going to accept this, he was going to lean over and seal our fate with a kiss.
When he bent toward me, I closed my eyes and parted my lips to receive him. But then, he grabbed my hand, and my eyes snapped open. Though his touch was gentle, his words were not.
“We’re not going to do this, Sister Pink,” he said almost in a growl, before he let go of me and strolled to his desk.
I had to blink a couple of times. There was so much wrong with this picture. Turning around, I watched as he settled into the chair where I ’d just sat.
“ What you’re feeling is not love,” Malik said with a sigh that felt so heavy. “You were young, and you still are.”
“ I’m not young anymore, Malik,” I said, placing my right hand on my hip. “I’m old enough to know.”
He blew out a couple of extra breaths. “ Well then, you have to know that this is never going to work. I would never be able to reciprocate any feelings. I’m a married man, I’m your pastor, I’m....”
“ You’re making excuses,” I said, stepping toward him. “Because none of that matters. Not if God really wants us to be together.”
He chuckled a little, making a sound that I didn ’t like. “How could God possibly want that, Sister Pink?” he asked. Again, he shook his head and the glimmer that I saw in his eyes before had flipped. Now, I saw just a bit of pity. “Sister Pink, you don’t love me and God didn’t tell you we were going to be together.”
Sister Pink! Sister Pink! Sister Pink! Ugh! He sounded as steadfast as he did when he came by my condo. And I thought that he’d just said those things because he was there with his wife. Maybe it wasn’t her. Maybe he really believed the things that he was saying.
No! The devil was a lie. Satan was just trying to get in my head. I knew the voice of God as sure as I knew my own name.
Malik’s reaction just meant that I had to make a bold move. Something to show him, something to convince him.
I was right in front of him when the idea came to me. And, I did one of the things that I did best. I brought tears to my eyes and dropped my head into my hands. I sobbed and just like I knew Malik would do, he jumped up.
“ Sister Pink...”
That was all he had a chance to say. I grabbed him in between his legs.
“Ah,” he moaned, not sounding at all like he was hurt. I squeezed the part that made him a man. “Ahhhhhhhh.” His moan was louder and longer this time.
He w as as hard as a rock and I wondered just how long it had been since he’d been touched this way. He squirmed trying to release my hold on him, though I didn’t think he was trying all that hard. But I held onto him like my life depended on it. In a way, it did.
It was going to take more than just me holding him like this to show him that I was a woman. I had to make this man see and feel all that he would have once he surrendered and did what God wanted.
With my right hand, I squeezed him as hard as I could. With my left, I slipped the strap off my shoulder revealing my left breast. Really, I wanted to let my dress drop all the way so that Malik could see and appreciate all of me. But, I couldn’t release my grip. It seemed, though, like what I’d revealed was enough. Malik’s eyes bulged, though his face was still twisted in his sweet pain. I could’ve just blown on him and he would’ve toppled over. Instead, I gave him a little shove, and he fell back into his chair.
It was the lessons that
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