“Let that girl pee in peace, Amethyst,” she sighed and looked up at me.
“I don’t even have anything to say to her, I just want to see her.”
“You got it so bad, son,” she laughed and shook her head. “Always have and probably always will.”
“Probably,” I smiled at her, then kissed her forehead. “Now, which bathroom is she using?”
“She can’t pee in peace, Am?”
“I’m not gonna say anything, just watch her.” I shrugged, and her face twisted. “Mama, you can’t say anything, because Pop will stand in the bathroom with you while you shit.”
“That’s my husband,” she laughed.
“Whatever,” I replied, waving her off. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and looked around. “What are y’all about to watch?”
“Some serial killer documentary,” she answered, and I kissed my teeth.
“I swear I will never understand women. Y’all will watch that shit, then go right to sleep, but let a spider walk by y’all and it’s screams and shit. Y’all scared of the wrong thing.”
“Mind the business that pays you,” she replied. Mama was scared as hell of spiders, but would watch some documentary with no problem. It was crazy to me, but she and Yale stayed binge-watching a show together, and I loved their bond, so I was going to stay in my lane. “Go find that girl, try to live in her skin for a little while, then send her back down here so we can enjoy our show.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I laughed, then left the room to find Yale. She would use only two bathrooms in this house, even though there were seven. She would either use the half bathroom or the one in my bedroom. I checked the half bath and found it empty, then went to my room. She was walking out of the bathroom just as I was walking into the room. She looked stressed, which put me on alert. I hadn’t asked her if Grant had reached out again, but now I was wondering if he had. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she quickly denied, which meant she was lying.
“Sunshine, what’s wrong?” I approached her and pulled her to me. My arms went around her shoulders, and hers went around my waist. “Talk to me.”
“Nothing is wrong, I’m just in my head about something, that’s all,” she answered, and I twisted my mouth because I knew she was lying. “I would tell you if there was something wrong, Am.”
“You better.” I moved one of my arms from her shoulder and cupped her butt. “I missed you today.”
“You saw me this morning.” She looked up at me and smiled. “Then came to my office to have lunch and picked me up to bring me here.” Having lunch with her was spur of the moment, but I wanted to be in her space, so I stopped by. It wasn’t even anything fancy, just a sandwich, and we kicked it in her office. It was something that I’d done a million times before, but now that we’d moved our relationship in a different direction, it felt different, and I liked it.
“I still missed your ass,” I laughed, then nuzzled her neck. “You didn’t miss me?”
“I did,” she answered with a soft moan.
“Then tell me that shit,” I said as I moved backwards to my bed, then dropped down on it and pulled her with me. “As a matter of fact, just call me when you miss me, and I’ll come to you.”
“You promise?” She straddled my lap, and I nodded. “No matter what you’re doing? You’ll come?”
“Yep,” I answered. “I don’t care if I got my hands in a nigga body. The second you call, I’m dropping that shit and coming to you.”
“Whatever,” she laughed and shook her head.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I do, which is the problem.” She smiled at me as she ran her hands up and down my chest. “But don’t let someone die because of me. Finish the surgery, then come find me.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” I put my hands in her shirt and traced lines on her stomach. “But you come first, so fuck that patient.” I moved my hands up and cupped her titties.
“Stop feeling me up in your parents’ house.”
“My mama literally told me to do this,” I said as I pinched her nipples through her bra.
“Yo mama didn’t say feel me up in her house,” she laughed. “Stop playing.”
“Baby, she said go live in your skin, then send you back down there to her.” I playfully argued. “I’m trying to do that and get a hug is all.” I bucked under her hard enough to let her feel how hard my dick was through my scrubs. “He’s lonely again.”
