Me:
Okay.
“Coye is going to come over later, and we’ll talk then,” I told them.
“Make sure you’re honest about your feelings toward him,” Sophie suggested.
“I will.”
They stayed at my place for a few hours as we all got caught up on what had been going on with them.
After they left, I cleaned up a little because I was nervous about seeing Coye again. I figured I’d make dinner and some of his favorite cookies. I knew what I needed to do; I just hoped he understood.
“Hi.” I greeted Coye as he stood on the other side of the door.
“Hey.”
His cologne wafted through my nose when he stepped inside my apartment. He must have been off from work because he had on an all-black sweatsuit with black sneakers. His sleeves were slightly pulled up, showing off his gold watch and a chunky gold bracelet. He wore the necklace to match. Gold looked good as hell against his chocolate skin.
I closed and locked the front door, then joined Coye in the living room. He sat on the couch opposite where I was before he came.
“I wasn’t sure if you had dinner or not, but I made enough for you if you wanted to eat,” I informed him as I sat down.
“I can eat.”
The way his eyes traveled from my feet to my face made flames shoot through my body. At least he was still attracted to me. I wanted to react to the look he gave me, but I didn’t. We needed to talk first.
I jumped up from the couch. “I can make your plate.”
He grabbed my wrist when I went to walk to the kitchen.
“River.”
My eyes dropped to his hand. “Yes, Coye.”
“You said you wanted to talk, so don’t beat around the bush.”
I slowly slipped my arm from his grasp and wrapped it around my midsection.
“I’m not trying to beat around the bush. I’m hungry, and I wanted to wait for you to eat. We can talk while we eat if you want.”
He stood from the couch. “Lead the way.”
I continued my walk to the kitchen with Coye behind me. More than likely, he stared at my ass because of the little shorts I had on. It might have been cold outside, but I liked to keep my place warm, and shorts were the most comfortable for me.
Coye sat at the table while I went to the stove to make our plates. It was a simple meal of fried chicken, mac and cheese, and broccoli.
“What do you want to drink?” I asked as I placed his plate in front of him.
For some reason, I felt nervous around him. Maybe because of the way we left off the day prior.
“Whatever you got is fine,” he said as he looked down at the plate.
I put my plate on the table, then went to the fridge and pulled out two sodas. I always kept some type of soda, juice, and water in my fridge. I even had a couple of bottles of wine on hand, but I didn’t think we needed that, or we would never talk.
“Thanks. Food looks good.” Coye gave me a small smile.
“Thanks.”
