Page 27 of Trust Issues
“Yet you live with Naima and you let me come over all the time.” I sat on the couch and she sat beside me. I felt her hazel eyes on me when I reached for a pink Starburst from the bowl on the coffee table.
“She’s my best friend. She doesn’t count,” Kyle spat out the words quickly, rocking her foot back and forth. “And you’re a friendly neighborhood pest I’ve come to know. You don’t count either.”
“You can go ahead and admit I’m your friend, Kyle. I know telling the truth is hard for you since you’re a lawyer but try it.” She made a noise and tipped her head back.
“You’renotmy friend, Max. You get on my nerves. However, I’ll accept if you want to call meyourfriend.” I knew Kyla Bradshaw wouldn’t let me win something like that. The lawyer in her wouldn’t stand for it.
“Okay, so what if Ididcall you my friend? Then what?” I asked honestly. Maybe that was the curiosity I felt earlier standing in her bedroom. The impending hard dick was just from seeing a partially naked female body.
Kyle looked at me and pulled her knees up to her chest. “I don’t know. Maybe admitting we’re friends wouldn’t be too horrible. I feel like the world would fucking explode or something,” she laughed.
“It’ll be a silent admission then. Deal?” I lifted an eyebrow and held my hand out. She shook it and nodded.
“Deal. So answer my question…should I give Austin another chance?” She nibbled on her plump bottom lip and I nodded begrudgingly.
“You seem like you like him,” I replied. The words were strained leaving my lips.
“I don’t think it’s that. I barely know him beyond phone conversations and that one time we attempted a date. On paper he’s everything I want though.”
“Then why do you seem so unsure? He’s passing your first round. Give him a chance to pass round two.” I paused and scratched the hair on my chin. “Um…Kyle, whatisyour second round?”
“We have to be able to get through our first date but if that’s the case then we have to be sexually compatible. I have a whole chapter about it,” she rambled.
“So if this date goes right, then you’ll fuck Austin?” I quizzed. My heart thumped a little harder the more our conversation pressed on.
“Yeah, if the chemistry flows. I know the insta-thots you fuck all the time don’t require a waiting period but I need to at least click with a guy on the phone and on the first couple of dates.”
“It’s so sudden though, Kyle. Jesus.”
“It’s 2019, Max. I don’t wear a chastity belt I’m just picky. And wait a goddamn minute,” she frowned, kneeling on the couch, pointing her sunshine yellow fingernail at me. “You fucked a coworker before you came home this evening. How the hell are you telling me that anything I do is sudden? You have some nerve.” It was amazing how quickly Kyle reminded me how much she got on my nerves.
“We’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you. I can’t remember the last time you fucked someone.”
“Because you don’t know every time I have sex.”
“I live right across the hall from you. I know.” I said in a low tone that she rolled her eyes at.
“What you need to know is how to mind your damn business, fucking gargoyle.”
“Maybe if you kept your male visitors under your bridge, I wouldn’t run into them in the hall or the lobby…troll.” We frowned at each other and in the next second, an argument erupted out of nowhere.
“Damn, yall can’t be together alone without attacking each other.” Naima walked into the apartment shaking her head.
“That’s grumpy dwarf over here,” I stood to my feet and helped Naima with the bags in her hands.
“You make me grumpy, Max. What can I say?”
“It’s a talent I have,” I told her from the kitchen.
“I don’t even know why yall argue because later on tonight you’ll be hanging out watching movies.” Naima looked at me and I tried to ignore the message her eyes were conveying. I was good at ignoring things.
“We’re watching Living Single. I think we should watch Martin next. I need as much nineties in my life as possible.” She crinkled her nose when she walked around the corner and suddenly I was looking forward to sharing a couch with her and walking down memory lane. Kyle’s love for all things nineties was both refreshing and annoying like everything else about her.
“Then I vote we throw some In Living Color in the mix too,” I said.
“I’ll allow it,” Kyle muttered. I drew my head back in shock.
“Wait, you don’t like In Living Color, Kyle?”
