Brandon
We’re adults. We should be able to speak about this in person, honey.
There’s nothing to talk about. Be well.
I block that nigga and slip my phone into my purse before taking out my kindle.
“Who was that?”
I lean away from YT’s annoying ass and mug her. “Van? Since when did we start taking new people in Book Club?”
YT starts pouting but she goes back into her personal space, thank God.
Van looks up from her kindle and smiles, showing her gap. “Be nice, Mace. Any and all are welcome to convene in the name of books.”
Reem comes from the bathroom and takes a seat next to me. “I’m trying out a Sunday evening meet-up since Ty’s boxing class will be on Tuesdays nights. Y’all feeling it?”
We all shrug and agree, with only YT raising her hand.
Reem pointedly ignores her, and picks up his paperback copy of12:01by Bella Jay. “Aight, now that that’s settled. Let’s getinto it, ‘cause I wanna know how y’all feel about shorty double dipping with twins.”
“Hey–”
Reem rolls his eyes and throws his book at YT. She ducks, letting it slap against the window. Her gun’s out in a flash, and she pushes me down before she shoots at Reem.
Van, Dal, and Pay duck. When I look up, Ty is massaging his temples, while Rico is leaning back on his beanbag smirking.
“Be. fucking. NICE TO ME!” YT screams.
Reem stands slowly. He stalks over to her and pries her gun from her with one hand, then holds out his other.
Without looking away, YT pulls out her switchblade, a hunter’s knife, her dart gun, and some gum, putting it all in his hand. He takes everything back to his table with him and dumps it next to him on the floor.
“Book?”
YT turns, grabs it off the floor, and throws it underhanded to him.
“Um, do I need to put a ‘no weapons’ sign? I thought it was implied,” Van stammers.
“We good. What you had wanted to say, Love?”
My head almost twists off turning toward YT. She looks down, biting the skin off her lips. “Sundays aren’t good for me. Can we do Monday nights?”
“That cool with everyone?”
Dal’s eyes buck at me as we all murmur in agreement.
“Aight. Monday nights starting next month. Van, start off the discussion.”
I look between Reem and YT. My hands itch to text Patrick and Shaddy’s messy asses. We haven’t used that group chat since before Sadé was born, but if anyone knows something, it’ll be them.
After an amazing discussion about play parties and how informative they can be on learning kinks, Dal and I snicker watching Ty try to hide his erection yet again as he talks to Van. She talked for a half an hour straight raving about the book and how her own favorite kinks were explored, and that nigga was sweating bullets the whole time.
“This shit is better than that damnSide Pieces of Kenton. We gotta start a pool.”
“You a fool,” I cackle. “Have fun tonight.”
She hugs me tight. Tonight’s her date night with Peanut, so they’re going to Hudsonville and staying there overnight.
