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“Whoo-hoo, get along, big doggie!” I know it’s the most childish thing I could do, but I need the levity. I need my Saint.
“Darlin’, you better move that fine ass turn me over, and kiss what you done tried to break.”
“Kiss it—nothing. I’m gonna wrap it in my soaking wet and scorching hot compress.”
“DOC! Quit fucking playing with me.” Saint growls, trying to buck me off, making me lock my knees to his waist.
“Why? It’s so- much fun.” I moan, my body lighting up. “Now, I think you need to plow me through the floor because I just came, and it’s time for you to do the same.”
***
“I’m outta my mind. Tobey, why the hell did I set this up?” I ramble, trying to get my hair up into a respectable pony. After telling Saint about my past, and my strange relationship with Gio, we decided to get together. Easter Sunday. Gio was, of course, all for it, and Tobey is always down for a party. I took care of it all. Called the usual caters for incidentals. Saint and his family will be here anytime now. Not just him and Ciara, but his sisters, and Sulley, because he apparently doesn’t have anybody, Monroe, and a few others I have only met in passing. It’s going to be an experience, that’s for sure.
I helped them get ready for church, then took off like a bat out of hell to get back to Gio’s, and all I can do now is panic.
“I should have colored my hair. I can see my roots. I needed a trim—fuck—I didn’t get my nails done.”
I’m grabbed as I hyperventilate. “Sis, stop!” Tobey shakes me. “Breathe. This is not a big deal—I mean, it is—you’ve never been this into a guy. Not even Gio. You got all that food out there. God knows I can’t eat it all. So you are gonna go out there, smile and be the good little hostess you know you are.” He grunts as he pulls up my hair. “I love you, Gio loves you, and anyone you choose to love, we are going to love too. I just hope my gaydar wasn’t wrong cause the last time I saw your boy, he had somebody with him. I wouldn’t mind climbing.”
“Tobey! You better no—” I stop hearing a car horn blaring. Oh, Danny Boy—“What the fuck is that?”
