love, life, and the pursuit of liberation
From a future chapter of Pieces of Her.
“Naima, girl, please. I’m 10 minutes away. Don’t leave me there waiting.”
The suggestive assertiveness pulsed down her spine and landed in a place it shouldn’t. As much as she tried, Naima couldn’t suppress sounding like a girl anticipating her first date.
“Fine, Allison. I’m on my way.” Naima gave up looking for the asparagus and quickly recalled what she had in her cupboard at home.
She saw Allison parked at the curb as she navigated her black BMW X5 into her driveway. Allison got out of her car and followed Naima through the garage and into her kitchen, exuding the familiarity of their second meeting. Naima felt the pulse between her legs quicken, and she headed to the cabinets busying herself with putting groceries away so that the throbbing would calm down.