I dipped my chin. “Yeah, thanks.”
I’d need a ride to go out and look for Kadeem, but until the rain slowed down or stopped altogether, all I could do was wait. I shifted my gaze over to Sawyer, noticing one of her tank top straps had slipped down her shoulder. I fought the impulse to reach out and fix it, amongst other things. Dirty thoughts aside, I was more curious as to why she was so hung up on hating Gemini men, when I knew niggas could be niggas no matter what zodiac sign they were born under.
“So, what’s his name?” I blurted out my thoughts without providing any context.
She raised a questioning brow. “Who?”
“The Gemini that broke your heart.”
“Why would you say that? And why the hell are you always trying to analyze me?”
“I’m not.”
“It sure seems that way.”
“I’m just the type of nigga that calls a spade a spade, shawty. That’s all.”
Her eyes rolled skyward. “Right.”
“So?”
She huffed, pissed as hell I could see through her like glass. “Seriously, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You sure about that?”
“Positive.”
“You seemed so sure about Gemini men earlier when you were turning up your nose at me. I’m just trying to figure out your thought process. You came off as someone who’d experienced it firsthand, not like it was something you heard through the grapevine.”
“You’re really fucking nosy, aren’t you?”
“Since when was curiosity a bad thing?”
“It is when I feel like you’re prying into something that’s none of your business.”
“You’re right. It’s not any of my business. I’ll drop it if you want me to.”
“I’d like that very much,” she retorted, defensively folding her arms across her chest before marching back into the kitchen to put even more distance between us.
I followed her. “Don’t tell me I got you in your feelings now.”
She blew a raspberry with her lips. “Boy, please. Ain’t nobody in their feelings.”
“Prove it then. Tell me.”
“I swear you’re the most annoying person on the planet. Why do you give a fuck about a nigga you’ll never know?”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I don’t give a fuck about another nigga, because I know you ain't never met a nigga like me.”
She rolled her eyes again, which seemed to be her favorite thing to do. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”
“It’s a great thing, shawty. I got the kind of deep stroke that’ll make your heart skip a beat.”
She scoffed. “Yeah, okay.”
“One chance with you is all I need to change your mind.”
Her brow lurched upward, crinkling her forehead. “How do you plan on doing that?”
