“Oh, honey, relax,” she said, laughing. “I know my nephew. I can’t blame you for thinking I was one of his many?—”
“Aunt Myra,” I stopped her.
“Oh, sorry.” She moved in close to me. “I didn’t know we were keeping things hush-hush now.”
Shit, I didn’t know we were either. But for some reason, that was what I was on.
“Aunt Myra, this is Skye. Skye, this is my Aunt Myra.”
“Nice to meet you,” Skye said, holding out her hand.
“Honey, we hug around here. I may live in the city, but I was born and raised in the south.”
Indeed, she was, and she sounded like it.
Skye fell into her embrace, a grin dancing on her face.
I could tell she was still a little nervous given what prompted this little meet and greet in the first place. But I knew once she had some time with my aunt, she would relax.
My mother’s sister was one of the most comforting women in the world. Well, aside from my own flesh and blood, of course. But they were definitely tit for tat.
“Well, you guys come on inside. I know what you came to see.”
Skye gave me a confused glance. “What is she talking about?”
Placing my hand against the small of her back, I motioned for her to follow my aunt inside. As soon as we stepped in, the fresh smell of cinnamon apple slipped into my nostrils.
“Auntie, what you in here cooking?”
“Boy, you already know what’s being whipped up over here. Nothing but soul food and fresh dessert.”
My mouth watered, and a loud growl belted from my stomach.
“Oh, sounds like someone’s hungry.” Skye teased, giving me a playful nudge in the stomach.
“Good. I’ve got plenty to go around,” my aunt said. “You guys are welcome to stay for dinner.”
“Sounds good to me.” I looked at Skye. “You good with that?”
“Yeah. It’ll give me another chance to apologize for being such a dummy earlier.”
“No need,” Aunt Myra replied. “I can tell you’re no dummy. I’ve seen some of the women my nephew messes around with. You’re nothing like them.”
“Oh, exactly how many women has he brought here?”
“Zero,” I snapped, shooting daggers at my aunt.
She wiped her hands on her apron. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that I’ve actually met any of them. It’s mostly women I’ve seen shaking their ass in front of him on social media. You know, because everyone puts everything on the internet nowadays.”
I sighed, my eyes closing slowly.
My aunt had no shame. Not only did every thought that came into her mind come straight out of her mouth, but she also spent way too much time on social media.
“Oh, trust me, I’m well aware,” Skye said. “Ocean definitely has a type.”
“Yeah,you,” I said, gripping her hand.
“Oh, wow, this is new.” Aunt Myra’s eyes widened. “Wait until I tell your uncle you’ve got a girlfriend.”
