“That and high as fuck. Long night at the studio and I been up all day making sure home is straight. It’s lowkey wearing a nigga out.”
“Then how about you take a nap, and I’ll wake you up when we get there.”
“You gone let me lay on yo titties?” Logic sheepishly stared up at her.
“I mean I guess.” Tyler scooted closer into him, allowing his head to rest on her breasts. Draping her legs across his lap, Tyler’s body effortlessly curved into his.
“You smell good as fuck.” He deeply inhaled her skin, causing goose bumps to form on her arm. “You probably taste good too, huh?”
“Hush.” She popped his arm. “I thought you was so tired.”
“I was until you started trying to seduce me.” Logic snuggled deeper into her chest as if he was trying to merge their bodies. “You should be happy I’m a patient man or else I’d have you in the bathroom bent over that little ass sink.”
“Go to sleep.”
“Girl, I’m jealous,” Pearl groaned, handing Tyler a cup.
“The fuck you jealous for?” Duce barked. “I lay on your titties all the time.”
“Ugh. It's not the same,” she pouted.
“Come here,” he beckoned. “Tell me what he saying and I’ll whisper the same thing.”
“Just shut up.” Pearl waved him off, making everyone laugh.
For an hour, Tyler stayed put while Logic lightly snored on her chest. His arms loosely hung around her waist while she softly stroked his hair. Tyler didn’t know how he slept through the boys arguing on the game and the dance contest between Pearl, Aria, and the twins, but he did. Al had even paused the game to record everyone, and he made sure to zoom in on Logic, whose mouth was slightly hanging open.
“So, you just gone let this nigga slob all on you?” Al asked, panning the camera on Tyler’s face.
“I’ll just use your shirt to wipe it off,” she sassed. “Come here.”
“Fuck outta here,” he laughed, backing away from her. “I’m not fucking with you, and you still owe me a car wash.”
“Add it to Lionel's tab.”
“Lionel?!” Aria frowned. “Ew Thugger, is that your real name?”
“I’mma fuck you up,” Logic lowly gritted as the bus came to a stop.
“Alright-” The bus driver stood to his feet. “We’re here. The bus is open for your enjoyment, so feel free to come and take a load off as needed. Other than that, have a great time!”
The words weren’t even completely out of his mouth before Sage was pushing his way off the bus. He didn’t know how he’d ever repay Logic, but this was the best birthday he’d ever had, and the day was still young.
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It was a little after ten o'clock when the party bus pulled back up to the King Projects. Everyone was half asleep, sore, and covered in paint. While the experience was fun, Tyler swore she’d never partake in anything like that again. Every time she was shot with a paintball, she screamed, ran behind Logic, using his body as a shield. Like a man’s man, Logic ate the shots up, showing off to impress her, but his body was on fire.
“I'm so exhausted,” Tyler whined, stepping off the bus.
“I’m taking a shower first,” Spice called, dragging her body up their stoop.
“I’m second,” Shugg followed up. “Bye yall,” she waved, not bothering to turn around.
“Bye girlies.” Aria blew them a kiss. “Ty, I’ll be in the car.”
“I’ll take her home,” Logic spoke up, not ready for their night to end just yet.
“You know I need to be in the house by two, right?” Tyler arched her eyebrow.
