Page 34 of Kassir and Rebel
Me: Who? The baller. Tyriq Tyriq?
Bestie: Yes and don’t start. I was just with Makai last night. I’m outside this weekend but I’m not a nasty bitch. We are just chilling.
Me: Okay because you are the one who says two dicks in 24 is diabolical. LOL
Bestie: Disgusting. But his mouth doesn’t count.
Me: HOE!
Bestie: A good HOE! Get it right.
Me: Have fun but not too much. Ily.
Bestie: ily2 and have fun step mommy
Me:
While smiling at her crazy ass, I send another text. This time to Kassir. My ankle is starting to hurt and I’m probably going to need an edible to sleep later. He responds quickly in the affirmative. When I lift my eyes from my phone, I see Kassan’s eyes focus on me. They are zoomed in on me and his little handsome face looks perplexed.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“I like you,” he says matter of factly, just like his dad does sometimes.
“Well, I like you too.”
“My momma said I didn’t have to like you but I do.”
Seriously. That bitch.
I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from displaying my true emotions on my non-poker face. I’m horrible at hiding my true feelings. My face is a window to my damn soul.
“And youarereally pretty too,” he adds while shaking his head. Something was clearly said to him about my looks too.
This bitch.
“Well, thank you. I appreciate that. Make sure you tell your momma that I said hello” I reply with a smirk, unable to control my pettiness.
“I think that brownie got yo’ass.” Kassir smirks before easing onto the bed.
“I ate less than half of it and I feel fine,” I rebut, although my fineness is fading. I’m not high but it’s clear I’m relaxed as hell. I also feel a warmth flooding my body and the stabbing pain in my ankle is fleeing. I feel so fine.
“Yeah. Okay, fine,” he says smugly.
“Thank you, baby.”
“For?” he asks with knitted eyebrows.
“Getting my food. Helping me shower, the good ass brownie. Just taking care of me.”
I don’t know how it’s possible but his eyebrows knit even more then he gently raises my legs, scoots under them, and laysthem across his lap. While his one hand caresses my legs, the other grabs the side of my face.
“The first time I saw you I knew I wanted to take care of you, in every way. And even when I fucked up, in my mind, I real shit thought I was taking care of you then,” he begins and I roll my eyes. “I know, baby,” he agrees. “I’m going to always take care of you and make up for that shit too. When I say I got you, I mean that shit, ’cause I do. I got all of you.”
“I got you too,” I sing slowly.This brownie is doing the damn thing.
His deep, sexy laugh fills the room then he says, “Yo’ ass is high.”
“I might be a little high but I’m one hundred percent horny.” My hands grip his shirt as I pull myself straight up right. “Very horny.”
