“If I was your girl, would you let me leave in the middle of the night to go see some other nigga?”
“If you were mine, you wouldn’t be hiding in the bathroom talking to another nigga on the phone.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because you wouldn't have a reason to converse with another nigga. I’d be all you need.”
“You talk big shit.”
“I can back up every word, baby girl.”
“Whatever.” Tyler swallowed the lump in her throat. “What were you writing?” she asked, pulling her knees to her chest, resting her chin on her knees.
“A lil something. It’s not ready yet though, so I can’t tell you.”
“I respect that.”
“What’s up with you though, you at home?” Logic asked, slouching down in his seat.
“Yea, why?”
“'Cause I hear music.”
“Oh, Dex has company.”
“Yall having a Diddy party?” Logic arched his eyebrow.
“No... Well, I mean it’s not that far off.” Tyler sighed, thinking about the twerkathon that was probably taking place in the living room.
“Straight up. Send me a video.”
“No, nigga.”
“Let me find out you be having industry sex parties.” Logic coughed.
“What?” Tyler snickered. “I’m not into that kinda stuff.”
“What are you into? Do you like to be tied up, bit, choked?” he quizzed, causing her pussy to thump.
“My sexual preferences aren’t your business,” Tyler said just above a whisper.
“Not yet.” He inhaled the smoke from his blunt. “You’ll wanna tell me what gets you off.”
“Now, why would I do something like that?”
“Because I’m a quick learner. The sooner you tell me what you like, the sooner I can have you singing about cumming back-to-back like my girl Jhene.”
“You listen to Jhene?” Tyler side-eyed the phone as if he could see her.
“Fuck yea, I love R&B. I high key fuck with it more than rap.”
“I would’ve never guessed.”
“Why?”
“Because you seem like you only listen to drill music. The tatts, scruffy hair, baggy clothing.... it’s giving I only listen to hood shit.”
“You funny,” Logic chortled. “If you trying to say I need a haircut, don’t beat around the bush.”
