Shamara Jackson

The lies we tell

He was standing there in the middle of the mall he stood at about six-two, skinny but not too skinny he had a footlocker bag in one hand and a finish line bag sitting beside him. From the distance, I could see a ring on his hand but I couldn’t tell which finger it was on until she walked up and kissed him. Damn is what crossed my mind that’s when a hand was placed on the small of back-breaking me outta that graphic sex scene I was having in my head. I guess he was watching me the same way I was watching him bc when I looked back over his back was turned to me. “Baby what’s wrong what were you staring at”? Chris Asked me