Jahleysa touched her head and felt the silk scarf that her hair was wrapped up in. She then held her palm to the lower half of her face and blew her hot breath into it, sniffing it thereafter. Smelling her funky breath, she frowned up and turned her head away, cringing.
Goddamn, a b***h needa Listerine Popsicle out this mothafucka.
“Babe, gimmie a sec’, okay?” Jahleysa called out to her man with her hands pressed against the front door
“Alright, boo, hurry up.” Marquan told her.
“Okay.” She sped walked toward the bathroom pulling the scarf free from her head. As soon as she removed the scarf her long hair fell over her shoulders and back. Her hair was jet black and shiny. It looked like it was spun out of black silk.
Jahleysa stepped before the medicine cabinet’s mirror in the bathro
