Black and Blue: BWWM Romance by Solae Dehvine

study staring at my nakedness?” He laughed and pointed to a drawer, when heard someone banging on the door.
    “Are you expecting someone.” He shook his head no.
    “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” I did as he said trying to hear what was going on.
    I heard the squeaking of a woman’s voice and then Brian’s.
    “No, I told you it was over. Now leave.” Lord, please don’t tell me this man has a girlfriend. I never thought about that. I only checked his hand for a ring but never asked about a girlfriend.
    “Yes, leave. Goodbye.” I heard the door slam and Brian returned a few minutes later. His face was red and he looked irritated.
    “Who was that...your girlfriend?” He waved me off. “I can always leave.”
    “She is my ex, just trying to get back in that’s all.”
    “You sure she isn’t some fatal attraction or something. I don’t want to be in the middle of your mess.” He laughed at that but I was sort of serious.
    “No, she is harmless.”
    “Alright, because I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” His sarcastic remarks were sort of rubbing off on me.
    “I’m single unless you want me?”
    “You sure about that?” I asked, grinning at him.
    “Well, you still didn’t tell me much about that guy outside the school.” I rolled my eyes as I went to his dresser, resuming my search for a shirt. I opened the top drawer. I had a response all mapped out for him but when I saw the gun I stopped in my tracks. The shiny steel handle caught my eye but what lay beside it caused me to freeze. I couldn’t speak.
    “What’s wrong?” He must have seen it as he watched me.
    “Are you a...a cop?” I asked, turning around.
    “Yeah...I don’t really like to tell anyone but.” I didn’t know how to feel. My whole life cops were looked upon as the enemy. The assholes that always arrested my Dad when he was trying to fight for equal rights; predators that harassed citizens and shot unarmed young black men just like the boy from the other half of the city.
    I didn’t know what to say.
    “Is that a problem?” He asked, coming over to me and pulling me close.
    “No...I...I just have never dated a cop.” My Mom actually told me never to date one. It was one of those words of wisdom your parents give you before you are even old enough to participate in whatever act they are telling you about.
    I was ten, way too young to encounter a police officer, let alone one that was interested in dating when she let me in on a secret.
    “Don’t ever date a cop. They could be crazy and possessive then who will you call for help?” She had a point and it made sense but I was never really interested in a police officer before now.
    “I didn’t mean to lie to you or not tell the truth. I just don’t like to tell people about my job.” He slowly closed the drawer, opening another and handing me a shirt.
    “So the other night when you left. Were you called over into…”
    “With the protests from the shooting?”
    “Yes…”
    “Yeah, I was there.” He told me shaking his head. “And it is way worse than the news portrays it.”
    “I’m not surprised at that.” My Dad had been talking about it nonstop, so I had more information than I saw on the news about what was happening.
    “But why won’t they say who did it. Who was the officer?” Brian didn’t say anything. He looked at me shaking his head.
    “What? You can’t tell me?”
    “No, I might lose my job if I do.” I felt irritated by that.
    “So you agree that they shouldn’t tell people who the cop was. If he did nothing wrong then why hide?” I heard my father’s voice as I spoke to Brian but I didn’t realize until the end that I was yelling.
    “I shouldn’t have told you. I knew this would complicate things.” I got up, pulling my clothes on as fast as I could.
    “Yeah maybe I should have asked a while ago if you were a racist asshole cop.”
    “I’m not a racist and I’m not an asshole.” I didn’t want to hear anything else