“Well, that came out of left field,” I said, then went back to eating. “You care to share with the class why you said that?”
“Nah,” he denied, shaking his head. “Now, back to the problem of me being there. That nigga is out of town, right?” I nodded, and he ran his tongue over his teeth. I’d been friends with Amethyst long enough to know his tics, and the more we talked about Grant, the angrier he got. “How long is he going to be gone?”
“I don’t know,” I answered with a shrug.
“Y’all haven’t talked?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Why not?”
“Playing phone tag,” I replied, and he grunted. That was his second show of annoyance, which made me set my fork down and stare at him. “What’s the problem?”
“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head.
I picked up a small piece of bacon and pointed it at him. “I feel like you’re lying to me,” I said, then lifted my brow in question. “Are you lying to me, Amethyst Stone?”
“Nah, man,” he chuckled and shook his head. “I’m just saying, fuck him and that’s all.”
“You-”
“Back to your pussy appointment,” he interrupted me, and I rolled my eyes. “Why can’t I go inside?”
“What do you need to go inside for?” I asked, then took a bite of my bacon.
“Of yo’ pussy?” he sat forward, licked his lips, and smirked at me. “Sunshine, don’t ask me no shit like that.” I swallowed my food and stared at him, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. I’d flirted with Amethyst our entire friendship, and he’d done the same, but this was the first time I could say I felt the energy shift between us. My nipples hardened, and my panties were soaking wet.
I cleared my throat and shook my head. “Stop calling it a pussy appointment,” I said, and Amethyst shook his head. “I’m serious, call it something else.”
“Nah,” he went back to eating. “It’s a pussy appointment.”
“There is no way you are a doctor,” I said, shaking my head. Amethyst looked up at me; his fork stopped mid-air, and he smirked. “How did I ever get so lucky to have to deal with a crazy nigga like you?”
“Stop fronting,” he chuckled. “This shit is addictive as fuck.”
“Find something else to be addicted to then,” I replied with a smirk. “I don’t even know why I tell you everything at this point. There is a such thing as boundaries.”
“When it comes to you, Sunshine, I know everything.” He put his fork in his mouth and then slowly pulled it out. That innocent movement shouldn’t have been sexy, but with Amethyst, damn near everything he did was. “Stop acting like you don’t know what’s up.” He pointed his fork at me and gave me a lopsided smile. “You can’t do shit without me knowing.”
“You’re one cocky ass nigga, you know that?” I replied, and he shrugged.
“It’s one of my amazing qualities,” he replied, then pushed back from the table and stood. “Now finish eating so we can go to your pussy appointment.”
“Find a new damn name.”
“I already told you no,” he laughed, and walked to the trash, scraped his plate, then took it to the sink. “Just accept it for what it is.”
I went back to eating because there was no denying what he was saying. Once he had made up his mind about something, there was no changing it. If Amethyst thought he was going into my appointment, then he would do anything and everything in his power to be in the room.
**
“This bullshit,” Amethyst said as we got off the elevator and headed to my appointment. I looked over my shoulder but didn’t stop walking to see his face twisted in annoyance. His brows damn near touched in the center, and he bit into his bottom lip.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him, then slowed my steps to allow a couple to walk in front of us. Amethyst gently grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side so we could stop walking.
He stuffed his phone into his pocket, then licked his lips and looked at me. “I gotta go talk to one of the doctors from last night,” he answered, and I nodded. “I don’t want to leave you alone, though.”
“I’m just going to the doctor, Amethyst,” I laughed and shook my head. “I’ve done this plenty of times in my life alone.”
“You been to the pussy doctor alone?” he questioned with a serious expression, and I rolled my eyes. “Legit answer the question.” He looked around, as if to make sure no one could hear us, then bent down so we were eye to eye. “How many times have you been to the pussy doctor? How many niggas seen that thang?” His eyes widened in surprise or realization, I’m not sure. “Wait, which doctor are you seeing? It’s a few niggas and women in there. You letting the niggas see her?” He shook his head and wiped his hands down his face. “I don’t think I can handle this shit.”
I grabbed his shoulders and shook him a few times. “Amethyst, you are a whole doctor, please act like it and get out of your head.”
