“Good.” He took her word for it. “Can we hug it out?”
“No, nigga. You always wanna hug.”
“Shitttt, I want a kiss, but I think you might try to bite my lips off.”
“At least you know.” Tyler snatched her bag from him and went into the master bathroom.
Logic scratched the top of his head, wondering what kind of trouble he was diving into.
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Fifteen minutes later, the duo was making through the backyard as Gunner played over the speaker. The tension was still high and they were both lost in their thoughts, but it didn’t stop them from plastering grins on their faces as they joined the rest of the party. Sage was at the end of the pool recording himself, and Spice and Shugg were sitting on the side of the poolwith their feet dangling in the water, talking amongst each other. When Logic passed them, Spice arched her eyebrow, silently asking if everything was cool, and he chuckled. Out of his three siblings, it was she who felt his energy the most. She quickly examined him and resumed her conversation when everything checked out.
“Ok, yall cute!” Taylor clapped her hands. “That swimsuit is it,” she complimented Tyler as they walked up.
Logic hated that she beat him to the punch, but she told no lies. Tyler was rocking the fuck out of a nude two-piece bikini and a black knitted cover-up that wrapped around her waist. On her feet were a pair of Coach sandals, and black cat-eyeglasses rested on her nose. The quick trip to the mall set Logic back a cool grand, but from the way her booty jiggled beneath the knitted fabric, he’d spend it again and again.
“Thank you!” Tyler smiled, taking a seat on an open lounge chair. “You’re not half-stepping either.”
And she wasn’t. Since giving birth to her baby boy six months ago, Taylor was still trying to get her baby weight off, but Rahlo loved it. Her booty was bigger, her hips were wider, and her breasts were fuller. He was all for her working out and eating well to stay healthy, but he didn’t want her to overdo it. Taylor’s curves were some of his favorite parts of her.
“Logic, the guys went to smoke. If you follow that path over there, you’ll see them,” Marley shared. “Or smell them,” she giggled at her own joke. “Aw shit, I sound like my corny ass nephew.”
“Aight, cool.” He glanced down at Tyler. “You straight?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“Boy gone.” Taylor shooed him off. “We not gone eat her.”
“Aight, aight,” Logic chuckled, backing away from them.
Doing as he was told, Logic followed the beige brick path to the other side of the house. He started to turn around, thinking he was lost, but the clouds of smoke reeled him in. Sitting on a bench behind a shed, Rahlo and Czar both puffed on Detroit’s finest. Shaking his head, Logic joined the duo.
“Rich niggas don’t share blunts, huh?” he joked.
“Fuck nah,” Czar answered. “I eat ass and I’m pretty sure this nigga do too.”
“Broooo.” Logic doubled over in laughter. “I swear I could’ve went all my life without knowing that.”
“Don’t worry about what the fuck I do.” Rahlo exhaled, passing Logic a blunt from the bag of pre-rolls.
“I’m not ashamed,” Czar continued. “There’s not a body part on my wife I don’t touch. I’m a nasty nigga, shit, I wouldn’t even smoke after me.”
“Type shit.” Logic lit his blunt. “Rah, your house is everything.”
“Thanks,” Rahlo nodded. “You’re on your way. The album is coming together nicely, and I have no doubt that you’re going places.”
“You gone put your girl on the album?” Czar asked, blowing smoke through his nose.
“Nah. I don’t even want to plant that seed.” Logic shook his head. The thought of asking Tyler to hop on a track with him didn’t cross his mind. His reasons for wanting her had nothing to do with her fame. “She can sing her ass off and I’m sure we’d create some magic, but baby girl got some shit she needs to work out.”
“I dig that.”
“Have you heard from that nigga?” Rahlo asked, referring to Dexter.
“Nah.”
“You know when word gets out that you kicking it with ole girl he’s going to be on one.”
