I told him not to stay. He ain't listen.
Said he was just gon’ "drop by" real quick. Said he was just gon’ "see me for a minute." Now it's 3 AM, and his phone been buzzing non-stop.
Her name lighting up his screen. Wife. Calling. Again.
He showed me the phone, locked eyes with me, then pressed ignore—slow. Like he wanted me to see it. Like he wanted me to know I had him.
His fingers? Shaking. His breathing? Heavy. The only thing he holding onto right now… is me.
He ain't even tryin’ to leave no more. Not when I’m lookin’ at him like this. Not when he know what I taste like. Not when I just pulled him closer and whispered—
"She still up waitin’ on you? Damn."














