The line at the bar was a little too long for her liking, so Tyler turned on her heels to head back to Dexter’s megamouth ass. She planned to tell him that her stomach was hurting so they could end the night early. Tyler was over the party scene, and they hadn’t even been there for an hour. Sucking it up, she made her way back to Dexter but bumped into a man who didn’t flinch when their bodies collided.
“Excuse me.” Tyler tried to step around the large figure blocking her path.
“Nah.” Logic purposely posted in front of her. “I thought I was about to have to snatch you out that nigga arms. You look good, baby girl.” He admired her smoky eyes and glossy lips. “And you’re wearing the fuck outta this outfit. It’s revealing as fuck, but we’ll work on that.
“Why every time I see you, you always talking shit?” Tyler’s hand found her hip.
“Because I think you like it.”
“Eh, I don’t.” She tried to walk around him, but he stepped with her.
“And I said I like your outfit.” Logic licked his lips. “And your toes are pretty as fuck, wiggle them for me.”
“I am not!” Tyler snickered. “Do you always say what’s on your mind?”
“I’m grown as fuck. I don’t see a point in filtering shit.”
“You should.” She peered around him to see Dexter still running his mouth.
“That talkative nigga not thinking about you right now,” Logic snorted. “Plus, you should be happy I saved you,” he added. “I know yo eardrums hurt.”
“Hush,” Tyler laughed. “He’s a lil protective.”
“Protective or controlling?”
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Try to read me or my situation.”
“I’m just saying,” Logic stated. “He should be worried though.”
“Dexter doesn’t have anything to worry about.” Tyler shifted on her feet. “I’m faithful and you’re not even my type.”
“Only when you’re drunk, huh?” He took a sip of his watered-down drink.
“I still don’t know why I called you of all people.” She shook her head.
“Probably yo subconscious telling you that I’m a safe space.”
“Ha, you wish. Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.”
“You can drunk call me anytime, baby girl.” Logic nudged her chin.
“It was a one-time thing.” Tyler cleared her throat, glancing back at Dexter. “And like I said, you’re not my type.”
“Fuck you mean I’m not your type... You saying I’m a ugly nigga?”
“Sometimes,” she snickered. “You keep doing this thing with your eyes. Were you cross-eyed as a baby?”
“Fuck outta here,” Logic laughed. “And what thing with my eyes?”
“You know what you’re doing.” Tyler rolled her eyes. “It’s like a smoldering thing. Like The Rock or Drake. Like you're confused between squinting and puckering your lips.”
“Mannnn, fuck outta here,” Logic chortled. “I don’t pucker my fucking lips.”
“I’m serious,” she laughed, enjoying their conversation more than she was supposed to. “Does it usually work on the women you talk to?”
