Zane's Busy Bodies: Chocolate Flava 4 by Zane Page B

friend and had even had her over several times throughout the year, just to hang out and play Xbox with his friends.
    As he stood at the refrigerator door, he was thankful that shehad not left him hanging. At least now he would have someone he could talk to so that he wasn’t stuck with only the silence of an empty apartment to keep him company. All of his other friends had already headed out of town, either for the summer break or just to move on to the next thing.
    Cracking the refrigerator door, Grant noticed that there was only one bottle of water on the bare shelf. He removed it and carried it back to Kamara.
    “You weren’t thirsty?” she asked.
    “There was just one bottle.”
    “You want some of this one?”
    “I’m good.”
    “You sure? I don’t have cooties, you know,” she said, turning the bottle sideways in her hand and swiveling it like a bottle of juice.
    “Have you noticed that when guys shake bottles, they do it like this,” he said, lifting and lowering his hand in a line just in front of his crotch. “But when women shake a bottle, they twist it like you just did.”
    “Really?” she responded. “I have my theories about that.”
    “Hey, don’t knock my only hobby.”
    They both laughed, and he might have been embarrassed being so mannish with her, except for the fact that sex wasn’t foreign to their conversations. At various points they had had conversations about nearly everything under the sun, sex included. He had just never made a move. Now that he was spending his last night in Atlanta and she had come over to keep him company, the thought crossed his mind that there might be more to their situation after all.
    “I guess I should have kept some chairs or something,” he said. “You don’t mind sitting on the floor, do you?”
    She shrugged and took a seat on the carpet, her legs crossed, positioning herself directly across from him.
    “Got any music to listen to?” she asked between swallows of water.
    “Just what’s on my phone.”
    Grant pulled his phone from his pocket and began scrolling through his playlists.
    “Hey, remember this?” he said, turning up the volume on his phone and tilting the speaker upward for her to hear.
    “Oh, shit!” Kamara said, jumping to her feet. She began nodding her head up and down to the beat. “We used to set it out to this track!”
    Grant stood up, holding the phone up. “Go ’head, ’Mara. Do it up for all the treys of the world.”
    As Nicki Minaj’s “Moment 4 Life” filled the empty room, Kamara flashed her sorority sign and started performing the party stroll that her chapter had designed for the song. Grant nodded his head to the beat as he admired the way her body moved. Seeing her rocking her hips in sync with the song made him smile. He had always thought she was cute, but seeing her now, in motion, and with such focus, made her much more than cute; she was sexy .
    As the song ended, she reached for the bottle of water and finished it off.
    “I love watching you move,” he said, before realizing how loaded his statement must have sounded.
    She took her seat on the floor again, screwing the cap back on the empty bottle and setting it in front of her. “Thanks.”
    Grant sat down across from her and reached for the bottle. Without thought, he began to spin it in a circle. Kamara laughed.
    “What?” he asked.
    “Reminds me of that game.”
    “Oh,” he said, continuing to spin the clear, hollow bottle. “You must have had your first kiss playing Spin the Bottle.”
    “No way. I played that game one time, but there were just too many ugly boys there for me. I was so glad it never landed on me. This one time it came close, like between me and this other girl, and we argued for like ten minutes over who the bottle had landed on. Finally, ol’ girl just said, ‘fuck it,’ and kissed that boy. Couldn’t have been me,” she said, laughing. “You ever play?”
    “Nope,” he said. “I used to hear about other