“What? Nobody wants to see all of that.”
“Yeah aight.”
“It looks like you need to hit the gym. You’ve got sort of a dad bod.”
My brows furrowed. “A what?”
“Dad bod,” she repeated. “A fat belly and wide hips.”
“Crazy as fuck, Lord,” I laughed again. “Fuck out of here.”
“What are you doing? Are you home?”
“Yeah, I am,” I answered. “Trying to find something to eat, but ain’t shit in here.”
“Why didn’t you get something before going in?”
“Wanted something homemade.”
“You cook?”
“I can do a lil’ something,” I smirked. “You?”
“Of course. I don’t like to eat out all the time.”
“You cooked tonight?”
She nodded. “I made bourbon chicken over rice since I’ve been craving it.”
My stomach growled immediately.
“No invite.”
“You weren’t driving this far just to eat.” I smirked and folded my arms over my chest. “You’re disgusting.”
“I ain’t even do shit.” I laughed.
“Your face said it all.” She playfully rolled her eyes.
“Just saying, all I need is the invite, and I’m there.”
“Nowyou need an invite, Makhai?”
“You right.” I lifted from my spot and grabbed my phone, heading back toward my room.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m gon’ hit you back in a little.”
“No. Why?”
“I got some shit to handle right quick.”
“Like what? You better not be getting ready to come all the way here.”
“I ain’t.”
“You’re lying.”
