She spun around, fire in her eyes.
“You trippin’,” he fussed.
“Boy, get off me.” Meadow jerked her arm away and stepped back like she needed physical distance just to breathe straight.
“Watch that boy, shit.” His nostrils flared.
Crossing her arms over her breasts, she glared at him. “Or what?!”
Zaire stared at her, taking in the anger, the exhaustion, the guilt riding her shoulders like bricks. “You really actin’ out right now.”
“Oh, I’m acting out?” she shot back. “You turned off my alarm, threw off my whole morning, and now you wanna lecture me?”
“You talkin’ to everybody like they beneath you,” he looked her upside her head. “Rena didn’t deserve all that.”
Meadow laughed but there was no humor. “Oh, you taking up for her now? Good. I hope she gets the dick then.”
Zaire’s jaw tightened so hard a muscle jumped near his cheek. “You wild as hell. All this because you mad I won’t give you dick.”
“B—Zaire, please,” she snapped, watching that boy word he’d just warned her about. “You’re the one putting your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“You need to calm down.”
“Donottell me to calm down.”
Zaire dragged a hand down his face, frustration spilling over. “You doin’ too much, cuh.”
Meadow’s chest rose. “And you don’t get to ruin my routine then talk crazy to me.”
“And you don’t get to disrespect everybody around you because you can’t handle what’s goin’ on in your own chest.”
She glared at him, voice dropping. “Say what you wanna say.”
He stared hard at her like he was deciding if he should say it or swallow it. “You need somethin’ you ain’t gon’ say out loud.”
Meadow just stared at him even though her heart raced with each blink of his eyes,
“Go ahead,” he dared her, grabbing her hand, placing it on his dick. “Blame Rena, blame me, blame the fuckin’ pan… but that ain’t what’s eating you.”
Squeezing her eyes together, she felt his dick. It was soft but growing just a little. “Zaire,” she choked out.
“You walkin’ round here mad about some dick… say it.”
“Please…”
Zaire kissed her forehead. “Hell nah. You done showed your ass and think you get rewarded? Watch out, cuh. He gave her, her hand back. “You mad because you feelin’ some shit you wasn’t ready for.”
Meadow’s breath stuttered. “Zaire?—”
“And you don’t know what to do with it.”
“Get out my face.”
He just stared at her like he was reading every thought she tried to bury. “You want me.”
She scoffed, but her voice betrayed her. “You’re arrogant?—”
“You want me and you hate that you do.”
