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Blue groaned, mushing her in the face to get her away from him. “You knowdamn wellI’m not saying thisexact—”
“Okay so why the fuck you say it then?!” she challenged, smacking his hand away.
“Because the shit is impractical!”
Her mouth dropped open. “So is agoddamn sex benchyou keep in agoddamn sex roomfor you to tie bitches up with, but you didn’t let impracticality stop you when you were buildingthatshit, did you?!”
“Whoa,” I said, eyes wide. This was officially,firmlyin the realm of shit that wasn’t my business now, and I wasn’t sure they even remembered I was there.
“I use that shit, used it last night for your information,that’swhy I have the limp I lied and told you was from working out.” Blue countered Tati’s argument, ignoring me. “How often do you ride these fucking bikes?!”
“One—some of these are meant to be admired, not ridden. The ones thatcan be ridden,get ridden! Two—too muchdamn information! Lie to me next time, causeew.”
He shrugged. “You brought it up.”
“Hey, I’ma get back to those boxes,” I called out, trying to get as far out ofthismix as I could.
Both their heads swung in my direction, both their arms crossed, faces still pulled in the glares they’d been giving each other.
“Hey, see if she wants you to toss one of theseornamentalbikes in a box for her,” Blue quipped.
“Ornamental?!” Tati scoffed. “I’m sick of you!”
“Yeah, I’m sick of your ass too,” he said, pulling out his phone, which had started chiming in his pocket. “Shut up, it’s Nessa. Hey, gorgeous,” he crooned into the phone, his tone completely shifting from the one he’d been using with Tati.
“Get the fuck outta my house!” Tati called after him as he headed back through the garage door. “Ask Nessa if you can have some pussy so you can stop acting like one!”
He turned around, flipping her off. “She gave it all to me already. Move your own shit!”
“I will!” Tati snapped, stomping after him. In the doorway, she turned to me with a smile like nothing had just happened. “There’s a bunch of boxes in the kitchen.”
I just looked at her. “Okay, but… y’all good?”
“Who?” she asked, looking genuinely confused as she thought about it, and then grinned. “Oh! Me and Brandon?” She waved me off, laughing as she stepped through the door with me following. “That’s… Tuesday.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Y’all fight like that a lot?”
“That wasn’t a fight; we’re making sure we still love each other,” she explained, I think, and then stopped moving so suddenly that I almost walked into her. “You smellreallygood,” she said, looking up to meet my gaze.
Maybe Alicia was onto something.
“Did you expect me not to? Do I usually stink?” I asked, frowning.
She laughed—started to laugh, then bit down on her lip to suppress it. “Honestly? I try not to notice how you smell.”
My frown went a bit deeper. “Why?”
A little sigh pushed from her as she pressed her back to the wall behind her, eyes still locked with mine. “I… think you know why.”
… yeah.
I could hazard a guess.
And if I played off that guess, it would be a prime moment for flirting; in other circumstances, I would. Two weeks ago? I would have.
Before the assault, before that kiss, before this…shift.
She couldn’t have been more wrong about it when she was wondering if I wasn’t attracted to her anymore;thatturn of events wasn’t even a possibility. But the off-the-cuff dalliance we may have been able to entertain before… that wasn’t a prospect anymore—not that it ever should have been.
