“You’re stupid,” she muttered, looking down at our hands instead of me.
“I been called worse.”
“I mean it,” she said. “You really be making things harder than they gotta be.
“I know.”
“And I’m still mad at you,” she said.
“I figured.”
“Like… real mad.”
“I know, Bunny.”
“And I’m still trying to wrap my head around all that,” she added. “But I believe you about not seeing her in me like that.”
I nodded. “Because it’s true.”
“So,” she added quickly, tightening her grip on my hand just slightly, “we’re cool, but you on thin ice.”
That almost made me smile.
“Understood.”
“And I mean that,” she said. “Don’t play with me like that ever again or I’ll cut your dick off. Don’t leave shit out like that. Don’t have me out here looking crazy.”
“I won’t.”
“You better not.”
“I swear, I won’t,” I repeated.
She held my gaze for a second longer, making sure I meant it.
Then let go of my hand.
“For now,” she said, stepping back and grabbing Chewy’s leash again, “you can stay.”
That was the closest thing to forgiveness I was getting. And I knew better than to push it.
So I nodded.
“Appreciate it.”
She rolled her eyes lightly, turning to walk again.
“Don’t make me regret it, Marlon.”
“I won’t, Rabbit.” I followed behind her, watching her walk away in them lil’ ass shorts and wondering if it’s too soon to ask if I was still allowed in her bed. “Bunny? You not letting me off easy ‘cause you plan on getting even are you?”
“What would I even do to get even Marlon?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Kicking me out from your bed could be punishment.”
“Tuh!” She looked over her shoulder at me. “To you or to me?”
I smirked at that.
