I rolled my eyes while fighting a smile.
Kyrie looked back over toward the painting on the canvas before shaking his head slowly.
“Shit still crazy to me,” he muttered. “You really painted me.”
“You act like I painted a celebrity or something.”
“You did.” He smirked before flexing his arm a little. “The fuck you talking ’bout? I’m really that nigga.”
I sucked my teeth while he laughed softly against my neck.
For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. We just stood there wrapped around each other while Kyrie kept staring over at the painting every now and then like he still couldn’t believe I did it.
And honestly? This was probably the calmest I had seen him in a long time.
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THE NEXT AFTERNOON…
I pulled up to Brunch Cove, the little spot Drayla and I had stumbled across a while back and promised we’d come back to. As soon as I got out of the car and headed inside, I spotted her sitting toward the back outside section with her sunglasses on and a drink already in her hand.
I smiled to myself before adjusting my purse on my shoulder and heading her way. I had decided to keep it cute and comfortable since it was sunny as hell outside, so I threw on some shorts and a fitted top instead of doing too much. I’d also gotten my hair braided in box braids again. It had been a minute since I’d worn them, and judging by the way he was acting before I left the house, he was definitely feeling them too.
Matter fact, I almost ain’t even make it out the damn door. As soon as I made it over to the table, I slid my purse down onto the empty chair before sitting across from her.
“Hey, girl,” I greeted.
“Hey, bitch.” Drayla smirked, looking me up and down. “You looking good as hell.”
“Thank you.” I laughed softly. “And so are you. Yo’ ass glowing.”
“Thank you, boo, but not as much as you.” She leaned forward slightly. “Let me find out you over there about to have a little Kyrie.”
“Girl, no.” I shook my head quickly. “Even though that man been trying to put me through every position known to mankind lately.”
Drayla fell out laughing. “Bitch, do you blame him? Look at you.” She motioned toward me with her hand. “Your body tea as fuck.”
“Thank you, and yours is too.”
“I’m trying to do a lil’ one-two,” she laughed, fixing her hair.
And honestly? Drayla was fine as hell. If I was a dude, I definitely would’ve shot my shot and ignored the fact that she had a whole husband at home.
“Yeah, but girl, tell me what’s been going on?” she asked before stealing a sip of her drink.
“Bitch… a lot.” I grabbed the menu. “But let me get a drink first before I start unpacking all this shit.”
Truth was, I really didn’t even have an appetite like that, but I knew I needed to eat something before drinking. The last time I drank on an empty stomach, I thought I was finna meet God personally.
After looking over the menu for a minute, I finally decided on a mimosa flight with some Island Glazed Wings and fries. Soon as the waiter took my order and walked off, Drayla leaned forward again.
“Okay, now talk.”
I let out a small laugh while rubbing my forehead. “Girl, so much been going on. I don’t even know where to start.”
“Start from the beginning then.”
“Okay, well…” I leaned back in my chair. “Kyrie been trying to put me through walls every damn day, but I already told you that.”
