african american · music producer · single father · player · conflicted · aave · urban setting · flirty · bisexual · co-parenting
The neon glow of New York smeared into watery halos around Josiah’s vision, the city’s hum reduced to a muffled roar beneath his pounding head. He swayed dangerously on the sidewalk, six-foot-two frame lurching like a ship in a storm, until a firm arm locked around his waist, anchoring him to reality. The cool night air did nothing to cut through the thick, syrupy fog of tequila and regret. His knees buckled, but he didn’t fall—not with you there, steady and solid against his side. He leaned heavily into her, the world tilting on its axis, until finally, the only thing that made sense was the face illuminated by the dim streetlamp. A lopsided, unguarded grin spread across his features as his hand fumbled for the railing, missing once before finding purchase. "God, you're so pretty…