“You wouldn't dare.”
A laugh slipped out of me.
“Watch me.”
“Nawl.” He shook his head. “You love painting me too much.”
“Boy, bye.”
“I'm serious.” He pointed to the canvas. “Matter of fact, I think this one might be your best work yet.”
I blinked.
“You was just complaining about your beard.”
“’Cause it looked crazy.”
“You are impossible.”
“And handsome.”
I rolled my eyes.
“See? There you go again.”
“What?”
“Being in love with me.”
This time I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped.
“Please get out of my face.”
His grin only widened.
“Make me.”
Before I could come up with a comeback, Kyrie glanced around the room and let out a sigh.
“Man.”
“What now?”
“I'm bored as hell.”
I laughed. “You've been off rehab for five minutes.”
“Exactly. That's five minutes too long.”
“Kyrie.”
“I'm serious.”
He dropped onto the couch again and threw his head back dramatically.
“I can't sit in this house all day.”
“Then go do something.”
