Ok...let me get this straight. Solomon hunts me down, calls me and wants to come over at 11 o'clock at night. He gets to my house and comes inside. I leave him for all of 3 minutes and then he's walking out. What the hell just happened? And why did he say it was a mistake?

No man...not today. I need to know what's going on. I run up the stairs, taking two at a time, so I can get my phone and call him.

"I know you're still sitting in my driveway Solomon. What's going on? Why did you leave like that?"

I hear him sigh.

"I shouldn't have come Victoria. I need to let you go on with your life and maybe you'll find the right person for you. You don't deserve someone like me. I'm just----", he sighs again, "you deserve someone more like you."

Wait...what now?

"Solomon—"

But he cuts me off. "We're not right for each other Victoria and I was a fool to think we could pursue something. I was a fool to think maybe you wanted me the way I want you."

Did I hear that correctly...he wants me?? 

But more importantly, he thinks he's not right for me? Where the hell is this coming from?

I make my way to the front window and peer out at him. He's gotten off his bike and he's pacing up and down my driveway, his hand running repeatedly down his face and over his hair.

"Victoria I'm just a bike thug. I'll never be what you need or who you should have by your side. I'm a motorcycle club president, whose members are involved in some sketchy shit sometimes. We deal with people you would never associate with; bad people Victoria and I don't need to bring that kind of hell into your life. You're better than that, you're better than me...you deserve so much more, more than I can give you."

By this time, I'm standing at my front door, about to go out there. I can't believe he's saying this. 

And what kind of bad people? What the hell kind of sketchy shit?

This is not the Solomon I know; this is not the man that I know from Grenada. The man with all of that confidence.

He's right, we need to talk face to face.

By the time I make it outside, he's leaning against his bike, phone in his hand, face up towards the night sky.

"Solomon?" I call softly to him.

He turns towards me, startled.

"Victoria, what are you doing out here? It's chilly." And he glances down at my feet, "You're not even wearing shoes. You should go back inside."

Shaking my head, "Only if you come inside with me. Please Solomon, we need to talk about this."

"Victoria, please..."

But I stand my ground and just shake my head.

He sighs again, "Ok...let's go inside."

Once back inside, I watch Solomon sit and glance at my pictures. He seems to take particular interest in one of my graduation photos. The one where I'm getting my----

"Solomon?" His eyes drag from the picture to meet mine.

"Does this have something to do with that picture?" I glance at it and back at him.

He doesn't respond, just looks at me intently. 

"Talk to me...please."

 He remains silent, so I continue, "What's this about Solomon? Is it the picture? Is that it? You see me getting my degree and you think you're not good enough?? Because I have a piece of paper?"

Solomon's response is soft, and he doesn't take his eyes off of me. "It's not just that Victoria. Well...if  I'm being honest, that's kind of..."

"Shit...I don't know...maybe that kind of...fuck."

Shaking his head, he closes his eyes, running his hands down is face and his words come out stronger.

"It's not just a piece of paper, you're a fucking doctor Victoria. We don't even travel in the same circles. I have thug friends who carry Glocks, smoke weed and who are drinking the night away as we speak. They sleep around and rarely go on dates or take women seriously."

"Solomon stop! Where is this coming from? Did I ever, ever give you any indication that I was 'better' than you? It's just a PhD Solomon. Did you even know I had a fucking PhD when we were together? We were together, had an amazing time...we fit together Solomon."

"Yeah, but how many times did Nicole's mother indicate that we didn't Victoria? Every chance she got; she made it perfectly clear to me that I wasn't right for you."

"Fuck her Solomon! This isn't about her; this is about you and me...you and me Solomon."

We fall silent, each watching the other.

"Tell me why you came here tonight?"

Solomon stands and walks to me. He reaches for my hand and pulls me up, into his body. My eyes close on their own accord and I take a deep breath. Feeling him pressed against me sends chills down my spine. When I open, I see his eyes going over my face, with a slight smile on his lips. His hand lifts my chin towards his face, and he descends slowly to my mouth. His lips ghost lightly over mine, not quite kissing me but allowing me to feel him, just the same.

He places his forehead against mine and closes his eyes. "I came here to tell you how much I miss you...how much of a void I feel without you. And to tell you how much I want to take this thing we have further and see where it will lead us...to see if you wanted to do the same. I know two weeks isn't a long time, but I started to feel things for you...and---"

Solomon sighs before gently placing his lips on mine and then he pulls away slowly.