“Nawl, I'm good, ma.”
“You sure?”
I glanced at her, then away. “Yeah.”
The pill bottle was still in the bathroom, untouched. I'd seen too many niggas get hooked on that shit after injuries, walking around spaced out, needing it just to get through the day. That wasn't gonna be me. I'd take the pain.
I shifted on the couch. She'd gone quiet, but I could still see it on her—everything from earlier sitting heavy on her shoulders.
“Aye, ma… come here.” I tilted my head toward her.
“Wassup? You okay?” Her gaze swept over me, checking.
“Yeah, I'm straight. I just need you a little closer.”
She didn't question it. Just shifted until her thigh pressed against mine, warm through the fabric of her shorts.
“I'm right here. Now what?” A soft laugh slipped out.
I glanced at her before speaking, letting my hand come to rest on her leg. “I'm sorry I got you caught up in this shit. You wasn't supposed to be in my world like this, not this fast.”
She shook her head, brushing it off. “You good, Kyrie. I'm not tripping. Besides, I knew what I was getting myself into when I agreed to be your wife.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“And how you figure that?”
“’Cause I've seen the blogs, and I’ve seen movies.” She laughed.
I couldn't help but laugh too, shaking my head. “You funny.”
Shorty was green as hell. And I liked that shit more than I should've.
“Lemme ask you something, though.” My tone shifted as my thumb brushed against her leg. “Might be a lil' outta pocket, but I wanna know.”
She looked at me, then nodded. “Okay.”
“When the last time you had sex?”
Her head snapped toward me. “What the hell, Kyrie?”
I shrugged, watchin’ her face. “I'm just asking.”
She let out a breath and shrugged right back. “I don't know.”
“Mm.” A smirk pulled at my mouth as my fingers pressed a little firmer against her thigh.
She narrowed her gaze. “Why you asking me that?”
I leaned back just a little and let my stare drag over her before settling on her face. “’Cause I'm trying to see what I'm working with when I decide to slide in you.”
She smirked and didn't back down. “What makes you think you getting this?”
“Two reasons.”
“Okay, and what are they?”
