“You caught me off guard. I wasn’t trying to be mean, I’m just passionate, and sometimes it comes out a little aggressive.”
“I’m trying to figure out why do you even care? What I do is no different from you smoking.”
“Weed is a plant, pills are mixed with all kinds of shit, altering all of your senses at once. That shit can have a long-lasting effect on your mind, and you’re too fucking pretty to be messed up behind some shit like that.”
The butterflies that normally rested in her core migrated to her head, flooding her brain.
“I’m going to stop.” Tyler dropped her head. “Those were my last three.”
“What’s stopping you from going out to get more?”
“Pride,” she answered honestly. “I can’t see myself getting them from anybody else.”
“Who be giving you that shit?”
“Dex or my aunt.”
“Your aunt…like your blood aunt?” Logic frowned.
“Yea. She gave them to me whenever I was nervous or needed to get through a situation without overthinking. It kinda became a thing.”
“I’m not going to lie, I don’t like that shit.”
“And that’s your opinion, but I’m grown and I’m going to do what I want when I want. I’m not an addict, and if I wanted to stop, I could,” Tyler said, lying to herself.
“That smart ass mouth gone get you in a lot of trouble.” Logic licked his lips.
“I’ve never ran from a lil trouble,” she shrugged, lowering her eyes.
“Come get in the water with me.”
“You better not get my hair wet,” Tyler sternly warned, allowing her cover-up to fall to the ground.
“Take that shit off. I like your fade better.”
“Nigga I’m not about to take off my wig!” She giggled.
“Then I can’t make any promises. You got a smart mouth, and I might have to dunk your ass.”
“Logic, if you dunk me under this water, I’m going to slap you and you’re going to buy me another one.”
“Nah, I’ll give your pretty ass a fade, but that’s it.”
“You’re an asshole.” Tyler rolled her eyes.
Nearly salivating at the mouth, Logic watched her step out of her slides and pull the bathing suit bottoms out of her ass. Removing her wristlet, Tyler unzipped it and grabbed her lip gloss. Puckering her lips, she coated them, rubbed them together, and then applied one more coat just in case she missed a spot. When she approached the water, Logic moved to the edge to help her in.
“Ain’t no way you should have all this ass,” Logic whispered.
“Stop looking at my ass.”
“I can’t take my eyes off the round muthafucka. Can I touch it?”
“Nope.”
“Is it soft?”
“Like lukewarm butter, baby,” Tyler bragged, cuffing her cheeks.
