Chapter 1: Coming Home
The Greyhound bus wheezed to a stop at the downtown terminal, and Tasha grabbed her duffel bag from the overhead compartment. Three days visiting her sister in Atlanta had been exactly what she needed, but now she was ready to be back in her own place. The city heat hit her as she stepped off the bus, that familiar mix of exhaust and summer that meant home.
Her apartment felt cool and quiet after the chaos at her sister’s house with the kids running around. Tasha dropped her bag by the door and kicked off her sneakers, wiggling her toes against the hardwood floor. She’d unpack later. Right now, she just wanted some peace and quiet.
After a quick shower, she threw on her favorite oversized t-shirt and boy shorts, then laid down on her couch with her laptop. The evening light dimming through her blinds as she scrolled through her social media, catching up on what she’d missed.
That’s when she decided to hit up Curtis. They’d been talking to each other for months now – friends, who had that magnetic pull whenever they were in the same room. She’d been thinking about him during her trip, wondering what he was up to.
Tasha: Wyd?
The response came back almost immediately.
Curtis: Chilling thinking about you.
Tasha felt that familiar flutter in her stomach. Curtis always knew exactly what to say.
Tasha: What are you thinking about?
Curtis: Holding you in my arms.
She bit her lip, settling deeper into the couch cushions. The conversation was heading exactly where she hoped it would.
Tasha: That’s all?
Curtis: Kiss you on your neck.
Her hand automatically went to her throat, fingers tracing where his lips would be. He knew her too well.
Tasha: You know that’s my spot.
Curtis: I know I wanna to get it like Niagara Falls.
Tasha laughed out loud, shaking her head at his boldness. Curtis never held back, never played games. It was one of the things that drew her to him.
Tasha: You so bad. You coming to see me?
Curtis: Yes indeed
To be continued……..