“All this nigga-on-dog hostility I’m feeling from you is really uncalled for. He’s just doing his job to protect me. He is the man of the house,” she said with a soft chuckle.
“If you had a real nigga around, you wouldn’t need that lil wind-up dog you call a pet for protection.”
She scoffed. “And you’re a real nigga?”
“The realest one you’ll ever meet,” I asserted, standing on business.
“Yeah, real homeless,” she jested before walking over to let the dog out.
I couldn’t lie. She’d gotten one over on me. A soft chuckle belted from my lips, and we shared a laugh for the first time. A few seconds later, my stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten in hours.
“Yo, Sawyer, you think you can point a nigga to some food or something? I told you I was hungry.”
“Nigga, are your hands broken? You were brave enough to barge your big black ass into my place unannounced. I’m sure you have no trouble finding some sustenance in the kitchen.”
“Say less.”
I marched into the kitchen carrying one of the candles and started opening all the cabinets high and low, knocking around pots and pans and shit like a bull in a pie shop to piss her off.
“So that’s what we’re doing? Fucking up my kitchen?” she griped.
“You the one who told me to do it myself. Come help my ass then.”
She sucked her teeth before stomping into the kitchen to take over the situation. “Your ass is bossy, just like Soleil,” she muttered.
“Who the fuck is Soleil?”
She cut her eyes at me. “My older sister.”
“Oh, word?”
“Yeah. You got any siblings?”
“One. A brother.”
“Younger or older?”
“We’re the same age—twins, actually. But I’m older by two minutes. I never let that nigga forget it, either,” I boasted.
She chuckled. “I bet. You look like the type to hold something over a nigga’s head forever.”
I shrugged. “Maybe it’s a Gemini thing.”
She paused her search for snack foods to turn and look at me. “Hold up. You’re a Gemini?”
“Yeah. Why?”
She scoffed. “Ew.”
My brows creased. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, . . . just . . . ew,” she said before swinging her neck back around to the cabinet.
“Sawyer,” my deep voice boomed, causing her to turn around instantly.
“What?”
“Why the fuck do you keep saying ew?”
