Page 21 of Virgo Type Sh*t (BLP Signs of Love #1)

All the men found their women to do the same. “Hey, baby,” T.J. greeted when he sat next to me. His lips kissed mine. I love his lips.

“Hey, baby. How was the trip?” I asked once our lips disconnected. His lineup was still fresh from his haircut before he left.

He leaned to the side and pulled something out of his pocket. I didn’t notice that it was a wad of money until it was in my face. “Ya man came up on thirteen bands.”

I took the wad from him and put it into my bra. “Thank you, boo. This can go toward my closing cost.”

“Croy, Ruth said that Mega was rubbing off on me. I said something that was profound that has a spiritual aspect, and now Mega is rubbing off on the retired killer,” Fiona said through her giggles. She told Croy the conversation when he asked.

Mega cleared his throat to draw our attention.

“I’m sorry, but what is funny about me rubbing off on you?

I am a mighty man of God with a walk realer than David’s, and God ain’t even through wit’ me yet.

It’s a pure blessing for someone to say that I am rubbing off on them. Don’t try my God or me, Fiona.”

I couldn’t tell if he was truly offended or joking. You never knew with his ass, because his joking was serious, and his serious was serious. Croy sucked his teeth. “Shut the hell up.”

We all laughed when Mega told Croy to go to hell soaked in jet fuel. “Mekole, you said that money was going toward your closing cost. You found a house?” Mega shifted the topic with his question.

I smiled at the thought of my house. “Yes and no. I found the manufactured house that I want, but I have to find a lot to put it.” I shifted my body so that I could wrap my arms around my man.

“T.J. and Casey . . .” I smiled in Casey’s direction.

“They’re letting me purchase the model home’s furniture. ”

Casey chuckled. “It’s not like I had a damn choice. That nigga would have flipped if I told his woman no.” He shook his head with a chuckle.

“Man, whatever. You act like we don’t sell the models with the furniture,” my baby fussed. “We do that shit all the damn time.”

Casey stared at him. “Tumnus, did we sell Mekole the model, or did she get a new unit, and you told her that she could have the furniture from the model when she asked us where we got it from?” His ear dropped toward his shoulder. “We have never done that shit, nigga.”

Pea laughed, then said, “The power of the pussy is majestic. You can’t really explain it unless you have one.” She saluted me. “Well done, sis.”

The other women saluted me as well before we all roared in laughter.

For the next few hours, we all sat around to recap our weekends, eat, drink, and just chill.

I loved it when I spent time with my girls, but I adored it when we all spent time as couples.

There was a certain healing when you belonged to a safe community.

Your friendship circle was your community.

It was important to feel safe physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally when you were in your circle.

When Croy and Fiona got a little more handsy than anyone wanted to see, we all made our way out of their house.

I sat on the passenger side of T.J.’s car, dozing off.

I was exhausted. I must have fallen asleep, because I didn’t feel when he carried me into the house.

The fact that he could carry my ass turned me on every time.

I wasn’t a small female, but my man handled all of me with expertise.

My eyes were still closed as I stretched my arms. When my eyes opened, I closed them quickly because of the bright light in the room. I know I didn’t sleep straight through the damn night. I opened my eyes again, and I would be damned if it wasn’t morning.

My back shot up off the bed. Wait! Where the fuck am I? I looked around the foreign room in a panic. This wasn’t T.J.’s room. Where was T.J.? “T.J.!”

I heard steps before the door opened. He stood there in basketball shorts with no shirt on. Damn. “Yeah, Meek. Why you look like dat?”

“Tumnus, where the hell are we? This is not your bedroom.” His blank stare annoyed me. First, he let me get in bed without taking a shower after traveling. Second, he had me somewhere that I didn’t know of.

He walked further into the room. “That’s wha’ you yellin’ ’bout? Dis yo’ bedroom, girl.”

My neck bucked back to complement the tightness of my face. “What the hell do you mean this is my bedroom? Tumnus, stop fucking playing with me.” I looked at the bedside table, then pulled the drawer open. “Where the fuck are my bitches?”

His feet stopped. The room was enormous. It does look familiar, but it’s not my anything. “Meek, you gonna shoot your nigga? Something told me not to put your bitches near you when we got in. I told you that this is your bedroom in your fucking house.”

Now it was time for me to get out of this bed because he was about to get fucked up. I was not a person that crashed out in a boisterous way. I had pride in my calm demeanor in the face of adversity, but when I felt like I was in danger, all bets were off.

I noticed that my clothes were taken off when I flung the covers off me. “T.J., you’re playing a dangerous game. You acting real crazy, but I’m crazier, boo. I don’t have a damn house.”

He snickered, but his eyes didn’t leave me.

“This must be that overthinking Virgo shit that ole girl warned me about.” When he took a step toward me, I stepped back.

He reached out his hand, grabbed my arm, then pulled me into him.

“Calm da fuck down, Meek, befo’ you piss me da fuck off.

Ain’t nobody ’bout to do shit to yo’ ass.

I’m highly offended dat you think I would hurt you, and you know I love yo’ paranoid ass. ”

My mind shuttered at his mention of my paranoia.

That was something that we had to deal with in our relationship.

I didn’t realize how messed up James and Faheeta’s shit had me.

I met T.J. not long after I got to Charleston, and we were in a relationship just as fast. There wasn’t time for me to deal with what happened, so I sometimes took things out on him.

When I dropped that oil drum in the sea and made those bitches fit into one drum, I thought that was all the healing that I needed. I was sadly mistaken.

“How are you mad at me for waking up in a foreign place and being scared? This is not normal, Tumnus.” My voice was softer because I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t trust him.

I did trust him to an extent, but if I had to, I’d kill his ass without thought.

I felt comfortable saying that because I knew the same was true for him.

He wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. “Mekole, anywhere I am, you are safe. You are literally my heart in human form. I would never break my own heart.” He took a step back. “Now, like I said, we are in your house. Look around, baby.”

I took a moment to look around the room and think. “Wait, this-this looks like the bedroom furniture from the model home that I wanted.” My head snapped in his direction. “Tum, I know you don’t have us on the show lot, sleeping in a model.”

“Meek, stop wit’ dat Tumnus, Tum shit. I done let you have it a few times.” His face was so scrunched but cute. “No. We are in your house with the furniture that you picked out.” He stepped to the side.” Go look, baby.”