Page 56 of Crash: Love in Scrubs
Me: Come have dinner with Maj and me tonight? I’m making stuffed shells.
My phone rang, and I answered on the second ring.
“Yes, I’m sure you can come over,” I said before he could speak.
“Girl, that’s not what I was calling about anyway. I was going to say you left your panties in my sheets,” he said, his voice full of mischief. “Black lace, very pretty.”
I gasped. “Malik, you know you ripped them off my body this morning.”
“They were in the way and ain’t nothing standing between me and my meal. I might keep them as a souvenir.”
I started to say something, but was interrupted by car doors slamming outside. Through the window, I could see Halo and Winnie getting out of Halo’s car, arms full of what looked like food containers and a bottle of champagne.
“Hold that thought,” I told Malik. “My girls just showed up.”
“I’ll see you tonight. Enjoy your girls.”
“Okay, see you later.”
“Ok, hang up,” he said, laughter in his tone.
“You hang up.”
“Bye, LT.”
The line went silent just as they reached the door.
“Heyy bestie!” Winnie called out, not bothering to knock. “We brought brunch and came to get all the tea!”
“And mimosas,” Halo added, holding up the champagne bottle. “Because Lorana told us all about you leaving dinner with Malik. Whose car is that in the driveway?”
They bustled into my kitchen like they lived here too, which, honestly, after years of friendship, they basically did. Winnie immediately started unpacking containers while Halo went straight for my champagne flutes.
“It’s my car. Malik got it for me. And yes, everything you’re thinking… happened multiple damn times.”
“Period,” Halo hollered, popping the cork with practiced ease. “Tell us everything. And I mean everything. It’s a fucking drought over here. Niggas don’t want to act right.”
I settled into my chair, unable to stop smiling. “Y’all are so nosy.”
“Nosy nothing,” Winnie said, setting down shrimp and grits in front of me. “Lorana said you left Sheena’s last night looking like you were about to get your soul snatched. Girl, we need the play-by-play.”
“Does my soul look snatched?” I asked. They both squinted inspecting me as.
“Definitely,” they said in unison.
“Anyway,” I laughed. I thought about my stepmom. She was just like one of my best friends, always hot in the pants, her and my Daddy still flirted constantly even after all these years. Lorana took one look at Malik last night and knew her stepdaughter had found her match.
“Plus,” Halo added, sliding a mimosa across the table, “we’ve been waiting for you to get some good loving for literally years. This calls for celebration.”
I took a sip of the mimosa, the bubbles tickling my nose. “It was... perfect. He was perfect. Dinner was perfect with my family, Daddy actually likes him, which you know is a miracle.”
“Okay, but what about after dinner?” Winnie pressed, leaning forward with hungry eyes. “Because that smile you’re wearing and the way you keep touching your neck says you’re getting flashbacks.”
Heat crept up my face. “Y’all are terrible.”
“That’s a yes!” Halo squealed. “Our girl got some premium dick last night!”
“The best, 91 octane type shit,” I admitted, and they erupted in cheers like their favorite team had just won the championship.
