I was glad.
Because I wasn't even sure what was going on myself.
By the time we got back to the house, I was tired.
Not exhausted.
Just… tired.
The kind of tired that made me want to kick my shoes off and lie down for a little while.
The second we stepped through the front door, Kyrie dropped his keys on the table near the entrance and stretched.
“Today was nice,” I admitted.
A grin spread across his face.
“See. I told you.”
“Don't start.”
“What?”
“You acting like I doubted you.”
“You did.”
I rolled my eyes. “I did not.”
“Mmhm.”
Before I could argue, he pulled me into his chest and kissed the top of my head.
“You had fun?”
I smiled despite myself.
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
Something about the way he said it made my chest feel warm.
Like he genuinely cared.
Not that I didn't already know that.
But seeing him take an interest in something that had absolutely nothing to do with football, money, or anything else made me appreciate him a little more.
“I'ma take a shower,” I said.
“Aight.”
I started toward the stairs before stopping.
“You not coming?”
“Nawl.”
