Page 170 of Loving the Legend
I shake my head and burst out laughing. “I don’t even have time for breakfast now.”
He scoffs. “I just fed you protein, zinc, B-12, and vitamin C. Breakfast fit for champions.”
“Of course, you looked up the vitamins in semen, you health nut.” I strip out of my clothes. “Is it crazy that I’m already counting the minutes until we watch movies and 69?”
“Let’s go crazy together, baby, because so am I.”
“Are you sore from last night?” he asks.
“Yeah. You?”
“A little, yeah.”
“You don’t have time to take an Epsom bath with me?”
I throw him a wet washcloth to clean himself up. “No, babe. I really have to go.”
“At least pop in a CBD suppository before you go.”
As I reach for one, his phone rings.
“Hey, Ma!”
I quickly clean up, change, and then jog over to kiss him goodbye.
“Ma, one sec,” he says.
“What time do you think you’ll be back?”
“Six, the latest.”
“Cool. I’ll aim for the same. Love you. Come back home to me,” he orders.
“Aye, aye, captain!” I salute him. “You drive safely too. Love ya.”
“I love you, Lily,” I call out as I leave the room.
“You heard him?” Sid asks into the phone.
“She loves you too,” he calls out as I jog down the steps.
I slide into our Rosso Corsa hybrid LaFerrari Aperta. We rarely take it out for a spin since only two hundred were manufactured globally, but I’m amped today. I quickly order a couple of pizzas and beers to be delivered to the Topanga house before I pull out.
“You’re the baddest of ’em all,” I say to the car as my hand wraps around the sleek leather steering wheel. The car is super responsive to every micro-shift of the wheel. It’s like no other car in our garage.
Luckily, I’m the first person to arrive when I pull up to the house. The pizza and beer arrive shortly after. I open the windows and stream music through my speakers. Filling an ice bucket with ice and beer, I set out plates and napkins, then check that the bathroom is stocked with soap and toilet paper.
Tevin arrives first, followed by Idris, and then Malik. Kaleb arrives last. He hugs me tightly and thanks me for getting him out of the “shit fest” at home. When I asked him what that meant, he murmured something about his kid having the shits.
We’re sitting around the patio table when I pipe up. “Thanks for coming. I know it was short notice. I, ’er, want to share something important with you.”
I have their undivided attention.
“Spit it out. I have only a few minutes of freedom left,” Kaleb says.
I nod. “Okay. ’Er, well, you know that I consider you all my boys. Y’all had my back all season, even when my game was trash. There’s something I haven’t told you that—”
“We know you’re gay,” Malik blurts out.
