“You have. But that doesn’t change the fact that we’re...we’re?—”
“We’re what?”
“We’re too fucking close, Ocean.”
“Okay? And?”
“And?” She shot back. “You don’t see that as a problem?”
Hell yeah, I see it as a problem.
But I didn’t give a fuck about any of that.
I squeezed the steering wheel, my eyes glued to Nyx’s apartment building. “Skye, we’re not going to stop being around each other. You wanted us to stop fucking, I agreed to that. You want me to leave Enzo alone? I’ll agree to that. But this shit you’re talking about...” I motioned between us. “I’m not agreeing to that.”
Her shoulders dropped. “I don’t want to stop being around you either. I just?—”
“Then don’t. We can figure this shit out. I like having you in my space. But I also know you need time to work on you. I respect that. I don’t want anything from you but your time, and that can be at whatever pace you choose.” I slid my hand down the back of my head. “I’m going to keep it real with you, I ain’t never been on no friend shit with a female...just kicking it to bekicking it. I like that shit, and I think I might feel some kind of way if I don’t have it anymore.”
Her face softened, and I could tell those were words she’d never heard before.
“You’ve really never just been friends with another woman before?”
“Nah. Never wanted to.” My head shot back. “Hold up, how many niggas have you had as friends?”
“A lot.”
“And you didn’t fuck any of them?”
She looked away and started fidgeting with her fingers.
“Damn, for real?”
“Look, some of them?—”
“Nah, chill on that. I don’t want to hear shit about another nigga you got down with.”
She laughed.
“What’s funny?”
“Nothing,” she replied before sighing. “Well, I guess, we’re not done kicking it with each other, huh?”
“Not at all. Glad you realized that.”
“Sounds like I didn’t have much of a choice.”
“You didn’t.”
She laughed again, reminding me of another reason I couldn’t give her up. I didn’t want to experience the rest of my life without that sound.
Damn, is this how my brother got caught up with Nyx?
She sighed. “Well, now that we’ve figured that out, I need to get home. Between my mother, the excitement of the new baby?—”
“You sure you want to go home?”
“Do I want to? No. Do I need to? Yes.”
