Nola and Sasha

I’m standing up. She’s down in front of me, hands on my thighs, looking up like she already know what time it is.

No rush. No talking.

Backseat of the Tahoe. Windows tinted. Seat leaned back just enough.

She knew what she was doing wearing that deep red polish. Not the

IYKYK....wifey had that fire yellow pedi and she lemme get it in before she switched pedis. I told her we gotta run that back. I need to