Realization slowly crossed her face.
“Ohhhhh.”
“Exactly.” I smirked. “One little anonymous post. Couple old pictures. Maybe a caption hinting she moved on too fast…”
“And the blogs gon’ eat that shit up,” Marissa finished for me.
“Like starving dogs.”
For the first time all night, Marissa actually looked satisfied.
Meanwhile, I grabbed my wine glass again before leaning back against the counter.
Because one thing about bitter bitches? They eventually show their true colors.
Sianniand I stood in the kitchen making some shit she had seen on Facebook. Shawty stayed finding recipes on social media and forcing me to try them. Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, it didn’t matter. If she saw it online and it looked good, she was making it.
I wasn’t complaining, though. The shit always ended up bussing. Plus, watching her in the kitchen did something to me every damn time.
She stood at the stove, stirring something in the pot while music played low through the speakers. I stayed behind her, messing with her every five seconds instead of actually helping.
“You gonna help or keep being in my way?” she asked, cutting her eyes at me over her shoulder.
“I am helping.”
“You just ate half the damn cheese already,” she said, shaking her head.
“That’s because I’m making sure it tastes right.”
“That's not helping.”
“In my world, it is.”
She shook her head, trying not to laugh while turning back toward the stove. Damn, I loved seeing her comfortable around me like this now.
A couple of months ago, shawty barely wanted me breathing near her. Now we were in the kitchen together, like some regular-ass couple.
“So, baby, how was rehab today?” she asked, glancing over at me while stirring the pot again.
“It was straight,” I replied, leaning back against the counter. “We ain’t really do too much today.”
Today had been one of the lighter rehab days, thank God. My shoulder was still sore as hell from earlier in the week, but at least I was finally starting to feel more like myself again.
I hated sitting around, feeling limited. And honestly? Getting back on the field wasn’t even the only thing on my mind anymore. Now, every time I thought about getting better, I thought about her too.
And being able to protect her. Take care of her and touch her without feeling pain shooting through my damn arm every five minutes.
“You sure you’re not overdoing it?” Sianni asked softly. “’Cause you been acting like Superman ever since they took the cast off.”
I smirked instantly. “Baby, I am Superman.”
“No, you’re hardheaded.”
“That too.”
She laughed under her breath while I walked over behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist carefully.
The smell of the food mixed with her perfume immediately shifted my whole mood.
