He Hit Me Back!

So Y'all! Trey Slid back into my DMs, and he wants to know what's up. At first he wasn't being flirty he was being real serious, he had questions he was working at himself but also she was seriously looking for answers, and apparently I'm the one who had them

I could tell by his tone that this was is lingering deep, so I entertained him. He wanted to know about me, the real me. My life, my experiences, my past. Every time I answered, he hit me with another question, like he was trying to uncover some hidden truth.

At one point, I told him about my spiritual life, how faith had always been a part of my journey. That’s when I invited him to church. Big mistake.

Trey scoffed. “Nah, I ain’t tryna be up in there. That ain’t my vibe, especially with you you're some kind of freak! Like, what are you? Who are you? ”

I raised an eyebrow. “You worried about what people might think?”

I let it slide. Until I reminded him again, of what went down between us. And just like clockwork, he tensed up. That fragile masculinity kicked in, and suddenly, he was back to questioning himself.

“But like… that was kinda gay, right?” He rubbed his beard, looking at me sideways.

I sighed. Deeply. “Trey. Listen to me. My womanhood comes first. You were with a woman. A different kind of woman, yes, but a woman. You wanted it. You enjoyed it. So why are you acting brand new now?”

His jaw tightened. “I don’t know. It’s just… different.”

We went back and forth, but in the end, he agreed to come to church. And baby, Trey was SHOOK.

He looked around like he had never seen a woman like meleading a normal, peaceful life before. “You really just be out here… living,” he muttered, like the concept was wild to him.

I side-eyed him. “Uh, yeah. What did you think?”

He just shook his head, like he had no words.

After church, I got bold. I asked him, “So… you tryna go there again?”

He hesitated. Longer than before. Then he hit me with a “Nah, I’m good.”

I tried to press the issue, but something in him had shut down. He was battling himself. So, I backed off. I wasn’t about to force something that wasn’t there.

But Trey wasn’t done.

He sat there, looking at me like I had tricked him. “Why’d you do that to me?”

I blinked. Me? “Trey… YOU came to ME. YOU started it.”

He exhaled sharply, like he was frustrated with himself. I could see it—the confusion, the self-doubt, the fear.

So I asked him straight up. “Should we just leave each other alone?”

Silence.

He didn’t say a word. Just got up… and walked out.

I grabbed my phone immediately. “Kayla, girl. You are NOT gonna believe this.”

And when I tell you she HOLLERED—baby, she was X-ray expressive.

We laughed, but deep down, I knew. Trey would be back.

Because at the end of the day, no one else could give him what I did.