“That shit changed something in me, though.”
I stared down at the bottle in my hand.
“’Cause one minute I was good, and the next I was lying on the ground bleeding.”
The memory alone made my jaw tighten.
“And now that nigga back outside like none of that shit happened.”
Before I could say anything else, I felt Sianni’s hand slide over mine. My eyes dropped to her fingers. Then I looked at her.
For a second, neither of us said anything. We didn’t have to. Cause somehow, shawty knew exactly what to do when my head was fucked up.
Her thumb brushed across the back of my hand.
“You know what your problem is?” she asked softly.
I looked over at her.
“What?”
“You keep trying to carry everything by yourself.”
A laugh left me.
“Here we go.”
“I’m serious.” She shifted closer until her shoulder brushed mine.
“You act like you gotta protect everybody all the time.”
I looked down at our hands.
“Somebody got to.”
“Kyrie.” The way she said my name made me look at her. “You don’t have to do everything alone.”
For a second, I just stared at her. Then I shook my head.
“Too late for that.”
A smile tugged at her lips.
“No, it isn’t.”
Before I could argue with her, she leaned over and rested her head against my shoulder. The room went quiet again, but this time I didn’t mind. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her closer. For the first time all day, my mind wasn’t racing.
For a second, neither of us said anything. Then, something crossed my mind.
“Aye”
“Hm?”
I looked over at her.
“What was that phone call about?”
She frowned. “What phone call?”
