I smirked, glancing his way for a second before turning back to the road. “I don’t know. What you tell me?”
Kyrie stared at me for a beat, then slowly nodded while biting his bottom lip. I could tell he wanted to say something slick so bad, but for once, he kept it to himself.
The ride to the doctor’s office got quiet after that. Not awkward quiet either. Just one of those heavy silences where you could hear the air running and both of us breathing.
When I pulled into the parking lot, Kyrie looked over at me before I could even put the car in park.
“Don’t open this damn door for me.”
The smirk spread across my lips before I could help it. I cut the engine off, climbed out, then walked right around to his side anyway.
When I opened the passenger door, Kyrie looked up at me with this expression on his face that I couldn’t fully read. Amused. Irritated. Turned on. Probably all three.
“Yo’ ass don’t listen, do you?” he asked, shaking his head while he got out.
“I do listen,” I replied sweetly.
“Nawl, the hell you don’t.” His eyes dragged slowly over me before he licked his lips. “But keep fuckin’ with me if you want to. I’m gon’ fuck yo’ lil’ ass up.”
The heat that rushed through me was instant, but I refused to let him see it.
“Oh, whatever,” I shot back, shutting the car door behind him. “You ain’t gon’ do shit.”
Kyrie looked down at me and grinned slow and dangerous.
“Keep thinkin’ that.”
I didn’t say anything else to him. I just flipped my hair over my shoulder and walked right past him like he wasn’t getting under my skin.
Behind me, Kyrie laughed low, and the sound alone made heat crawl up my neck.
Yeah, he was definitely enjoying himself.
I rolled my eyes and pushed the door open, then paused long enough for him to catch up so we could get this damn appointment over with and finally grab something to eat.
Lowkey,I thought that shit was funny. Sianni really had herself convinced that she was mad at me, walking around with that lil’ attitude of hers and those smart-ass responses, but all that shit did was turn me on even more. Every time she sucked her teeth or rolled her eyes at me, my mind went somewhere else it ain’t need to be,
By the time we got to the clinic, I was already irritated for a whole different reason. As soon as we walked inside, I sat in one of the chairs while she headed up to the front desk to grab the paperwork. I watched her the whole time, my fingers tapping slowly against my knee while she stood there talking to the receptionist.
She looked too damn good to be aggravating me the way she did. When she walked over, she sat beside me and started filling everything out since my Black ass couldn’t do shit with one armlaid up in a damn sling. Just looking at it pissed me off all over again.
I swear, the second I got cleared out this shit, and Smoke still hadn’t handled Jamal, I was gon’ beat his ass myself. Quiet, too. I didn’t need nobody all in my business.
Sianni glanced over at me while she was writing, probably catching the look on my face. “Why you over there looking crazy?”
A smirk stretched at my mouth. “Mind yo’ business.”
She rolled her eyes, but I caught the small smile trying to creep on her lips before she looked back down at the paperwork.
A little while later, she handed the clipboard back to the receptionist, and we sat there waiting until the doctor finally came through the doors and called my name.
I pushed out of the chair, adjusting the sling with a quiet hiss under my breath.
Please tell me this nigga was finna take this damn cast off. ’Cause I was sick of not being able to do what the fuck I wanted to do.
When Sianni and I got called to the back, the doctor told us to have a seat while he pulled up my chart or whatever the fuck he was looking at. I just hoped this man was about to tell me I could finally get this damn sling off.
“Good morning, Kyrie,” he said with a smile.
