Love's POV

I feel my body being turned, and I am trying to figure out what in the fuck is going on. I am not beefing with anybody, so I don't feel like I am in danger, and right before I hear the DJ finish the countdown, I see Temor, and then I feel him Kiss me.

Temor's kiss is filled with apologies, remorse, love, and need. I prepare to step back, but he is holding the back of my head and deepening the kiss. At that moment, I am tired of being so damn hard, tired of smiling, tired of acting like everything is alright, and tired of acting like I don't want to be right here kissing this man, so I kiss him back.

He is looking into my eyes, and I can't think of anything else.

"Happy New Year, Sweetheart," he says as he kisses my neck," I love the new look."

I still can't speak, so I just look away. Damn, this man does things to me that make it hard for me to think straight. He is looking as handsome and fly as ever. His hair is faded, and I can tell he just got it cut, he has on a black Coogi sweater and black jeans and timberlands...fuck me...why am I getting turned on like this...I don't mess with him; this dude called me a sack chasing hoe...Minah Amor, it is a new year, don't get weak over a kiss...

I step back but can't go anywhere as his hands are on me tightly.

" Can we talk?" he asks, bending down so I can't avoid eye contact...
" yes, but not now,"

"When?" He says this like if I don't tell him, he will not let me go. We agreed to meet later that day, and then we parted ways.

Later that day, we sat across from each other at lunch, and I didn't speak. My Dad says in negotiations whoever makes the first move has already lost, and bitch I ain't taking no more Ls with this dude...so I remain quiet.

Which works because he starts talking.

" You look beautiful; I'm feeling the new haircut." There is silence as I look down at my menu.

I am not rude, so I do say "Thank you," but that is it.

" I...um...I see Camila and Damien don't deal with each other anymore," he says. However, I'm still not saying anything, so I raise my eyebrows in response and with a slight smirk while focusing on my menu.

"Sweetheart....can you talk to me ....can we talk..?" I can tell he is sincere, and he wants to talk.

I raise my head while looking out the window to give myself time to hide the emotions I am sure he will see if he looks into my eyes.
" Sure, what do you want to talk about?" I say, trying my best to keep the iciness out of my voice.

"About Us." he reaches for my hands across the table. I don't resist when he continues to hold my hands.

"Sure, what about us?" I ask in a slightly defensive tone; the old me is ready to attack him verbally to see if I can make his eyes look like mine...sad.

It's funny when I first saw him; his eyes seemed as sad as mine does now. I wonder who broke his heart.

"Don't you have any questions? All summer when we were running into each other, you saw me with people, I saw you with people. A few times we even spoke, and I could see you checking for me; I waited for you to call me..." He suddenly seems at a loss as to where he wants to go with this conversation...so I say

" You saw me checking for you?...so you thought I was going to call? I am confused; why would I call the man who, and I quote called me
"a sack chasin hoe"? I say, sounding more high-strung than I wanted to. The memory of that night and the aftermath strengthens my resolve to make him acknowledge why we even have to have this talk.

Hanging his head, he says, " I apologize for that. I was dead wrong."

Now he is getting up, and I think we have not even ordered, let alone talk, and he is leaving. I knew he was on some bullshit.

He comes over to me and says, let's go; we need more privacy to have this conversation.

❤ Love Question..

Do you hold a grudges?