“No problem,” Logic dismissed him.
“And nice meeting you, Tyler. You are fine as hell in real life too,” Joey complimented.
“Are you trying to get shot in your dick?” Logic scowled at him.
“Be nice.” Tyler elbowed him in the side. “It was nice meeting you too, Joey. Stay out of trouble.”
“Will do, sweetheart,” he winked.
“Get the fuck from around here.” Logic jumped, sending Joey jogging down the street. “You think that shit funny, huh?” Logic tickled Tyler.
“Stop!” She tried to run from him, but he caught her, hugging her waist from behind.
“Come get in the shower with me.” Logic kissed the back of her neck.
“I don’t just get in the shower with anyone.”
“It’s a good thing I’m your boyfriend then, huh?”
“You’re not my boyfriend.”
“What I say?” He popped her on the ass.
“I do need to wash this paint off me, and since you sent my ride away, I guess that means I’m stuck with you.”
“Stuck as fuck.” Logic kissed the back of her neck. “Come on.”
Stepping into his apartment, Logic led Tyler straight to his room. He didn’t know which one of his sisters was in the bathroom, but he hoped it was Shugg because that meant Spice had already went. Knowing Sage, he wasn’t going to take a shower until the morning, so Logic started gathering a couple of towels and washcloths.
“Your room is so clean.” Tyler surveyed his space. “Your entire place is actually.”
“Whaaaat, you complimenting my shit after you came over here with your nose turned up the first time?”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong. You acting like I voluntarily came over here. I was kidnapped, might I remind you.”
“Oh, so you have Stockholm syndrome?”
“I might,” Tyler giggled, touching the bottles of neatly lined cologne on his nightstand. “Do you have OCD?”
“Nah, I just used to get my ass whooped for having a messy room and I guess the shit stuck with me. Plus, I think better when my space is clear. Look in the third drawer and you can grab a T-shirt and a pair of my shorts,” he instructed. “You want a bottle of water or something?”
“Yes.” Tyler nodded. “A water is cool.”
Doing the complete opposite, Tyler scanned the top of his dresser before opening the first drawer. Her eyes bucked at all the skimpy women's clothing. Bras, thongs, shorts, and other articles of clothing filled the drawer, making Tyler slightly uncomfortable. Pulling out a pink thong, she turned to face Logic.
“You cross-dress too?” she quizzed, holding it in the air.
“Fuck outta here. That’s Scottie shit.”
“Who?”
“Thrash mouth.”
“Oh,” Tyler giggled, knowing who he was talking about the first time. “Damn, girly had a drawer and everything.” She dropped the thong. “I feel like I’m invading her space. Maybe I should go.”
“There you go with that running shit. As soon as I get you to let you guard down, you start thinking of an escape plan.”
“I mean I did just stumble on a drawer full of women's clothing. Who knows what else you have hiding in here?”
