Her ice- cold cosmo splashed me across my face burning my eyes. The palm of her hand connected hard with my wet cheek, and my head snapped ever so slightly. That small, involuntarily movement made me see red. I blinked, furious that she’d even dare touch me; grabbing Toi by the shoulders I flung her little ass onto the couch. My pulse throbbed in my forehead, my face hurt, and my hands clenched into fists against her skin. Black mascara tears ran down her cheeks and I loosened my grip. I couldn’t, wouldn’t hurt a woman. That was my pops; that wasn’t me. My shoulders dropped as I stood towering over her. Part of me still wanted to throw her out a window but I shoved my hands deep into my pants pockets as an alternative. Toi waited until I was having a moment of clarity before she decided to lose her damn mind. She drew her knees in launching a solid kick that caught me square in my stomach. I wobbled but steadied myself like I wasnt phased by the sudden nauseating pain shooting through my gut. And then she launched into some kind of Jackie Chan stunt roll off the couch taking me down in the process. She landed hard on my chest. Glass shattered dangerously close to the side of my head and I winced. “Dontay, tell momma you’re sorry,” Toi whispered against my skin; her cosmo- scented breath warmed the skin on the side of my neck. What I could only imagine to be a shard from the glass was pressed against my pulse on the other side. I took in a shallow breath when it pricked my skin. My hands went up into the universal “please don’t kill me” position. “Baby, I’m sorry,” I whispered. Toi’s hips wound into my groin, her teeth grazed my skin from my neck up until she was she nibbling at my chin and I couldnt breathe all over again. “Tell momma what you’re sorry for,” she demanded still holding that damn piece of glass. Blood warmed my skin, tickled and itched as it trickled its way down my neck. I could barely move my lips. “Bae, I’m sorry I disrespected you, I ain’t mean it. You know I love you. You know I . . . ” Toi ran the tip of her tongue up the side of my neck licking that itch right up to the cut she’d just inflicted. My brain stopped dead in its tracks; the hamster fainted on the wheel . . .
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