“Brent,” she said, setting her glass down and leaning in so her perfume floated between them, “if Idecideto remember you, you’ll never forget it.”
Brent licked his bottom lip, grinning. “You talk a lot of shit for somebody scared to back it up.”
Meadow’s brows shot up. “Scared? Oh, sweetheart…” She shifted closer until her knee brushed his. “Fear ain’t got nothin’ to do with it. I just like to make sure whoever I feed can handle the meal.”
“Ooh!” Tia hollered across the table, fanning herself with a napkin. “Not too much, Meadow!”
Meadow turned with a smirk. “Mind your married business, Mrs. Honeymoon Phase.”
“You are my business,” Tia giggled.
Brent laughed too, his hand finding Meadow’s thigh again. “She gon’ make me forget how to act.”
“Nigga, please,” Meadow said, brushing him off but not moving his hand. “Ain’t nobody responsible for your behavior but you.”
Tia cackled, slapping Blain’s arm. “See, that’s why she single. Too many disclaimers before dessert.”
“Don’t hate ‘cause my boundaries come with benefits,” Meadow shot back.
Blain chuckled. “She got a point.”
“Thank you, Blain,” Meadow said sweetly, tilting her glass toward him. “A man that listens…take notes, Brent.”
“I listen,” Brent murmured, eyes fixed on her lips. “It’s the behaving part I have a hard time with.”
Meadow’s tongue swept across her sugar-coated straw as she hummed. “That right there might be your best quality.”
“Then stop actin’ like you don’t like it.”
Tia groaned. “Y’all are nasty! Can y’all please wait until we get home before y’all start fuckin’?”
“Don’t be mad, sis,” Meadow teased. “You got your fairytale. Let me play villain for a night.”
“Villain? Girl, you barely made it through brunch without blushing when that man said ‘good morning.’”
“Yea, well…” Meadow leaned back with a lazy smile. “The night’s still young.” She hunched her shoulders.
Brent grinned, sliding his hand from her thigh to her knee, tracing slow circles with his thumb. “So what you tryna get into after this?”
Tia shook her head. “Fuck already, damn.”
Meadow cracked up, falling into Brent— getting a full whiff of his cologne.
Blain smiled at his wife like a proud father. “You so corny.”
Tia glided into him in that ‘so in love way’ Meadow loved to tease her about.
“You love my corny ass.”
Blain tongue kissed Tia down, pulling back after a gentle tug on her lip with his teeth. “More than you’ll ever know.”
“Oh my God!” Meadow swooned. She loved the look of love on her best friend. “Give me the prayer.”
“Why? Just so you can sit on it and never pray for it?” Tia cocked her head to the side, calling her girl out.
Meadow liked to want a man but loved to stall, claiming she had so much on her plate as if the right man wouldn’t lighten the load.
Flicking her middle finger, Meadow rolled her eyes. “I’m really gonna miss you.”
