“Ok, ok. She’s a famous singer too, dang. Don’t be so testy, Lo. Ty and I are besties.”
“Oh ok.” Spice glared at her.
“Girl chill. We’re soulmates, that beats besties any day, yall gotta lighten up a lil bit.”
“Hmmhm.”
“So you’re the girl that’s giving my baby a run for his money?” Ms. G asked Tyler.
“Ahh, if that’s what you wanna call it,” Tyler laughed lightly. “He’s a lil stalkerish, so I don’t know if I’d classify it as me giving him a run for his money.”
“Here you go,” Logic chuckled. “Stop telling people I’m stalking you before someone believes you.”
“I’m just saying, but I guess you cool.”
“Yea, aight.” He handed Ms. G a bottle of water. “I’m about to dip, text me if yall need anything. You ready, baby girl?”
“Yes.” Tyler made her way to him. “It was nice meeting you, Ms. G.” Ty gave her a warm smile.
“You too, sweetheart,” Ms. G uttered, still trying to process who was standing in front of her.
With those departing words, Logic led Tyler out of the front door. He walked her to his truck, opened the door, and helped her inside before jogging around to his side. When he shut the door, Tyler was staring at him with her arms folded.
“What?” Logic asked. “What’s wrong?”
“Did you empty her lil panty drawer?”
“Yep and sprayed it with Lysol. It’s ready for you to drop some of your pretty panties in there.”
“Just pretty ones? You don’t want the granny panties?”
“I mean you can bring them but stuff the shit in the back. Matter fact, put them in a Ziplock bag.”
“I am not.” Tyler giggled.
“We cool?”
“I guess.”
“You miss me?”
“A lil bit.” Tyler blushed.
“Fuck outta here.” Logic playfully mushed her. “I got my hair cut just for your ass. I know that shit made your pussy wet.”
“You wish.”
“Can I get a kiss?”
Instead of answering, Tyler leaned over and placed her lips on his. Grabbing his beard, she softly pulled his face closer, deepening their kiss. Moans filled the truck as Logic’s tongue massaged hers. His hand found the nape of her neck as he slowly pulled away.
“Lo,” Tyler moaned, trying to climb across the console. “Let me sit on it.”
“I got you, baby girl,” he promised, releasing her. “I need to make a stop real quick, aight?”
“Ok.” Tyler sat back, settling in her seat.
“Cool.” Logic sat up in his seat and started the truck. Before pulling off, he shot Sage a text and dropped the phone in his lap.
