“You didn’t ask him?”
Cyren shook her head. “It didn’t exactly come up between shots, crying, and sex.”
Gabi gasped. “What the fuck. You were crying?”
“Unfortunately. You know how I get when I drink, plus he did something really special for me.”
“Oh,” Gabi quipped. “So, he gave you some sympathy dick? I just know that shit was good. Whew.” Gabi shook her head, highly impressed.
Cyren laughed harder. “Sympathy dick is actually insane. But it was good. I can’t even lie. Plus, he was sad, too. So.” She brushed it off like it made all the sense in the world. In their world, it did.
“What was he sad about?”
“Heavy is my cousin Dre’s best friend.”
Gabi’s face contorted as if she’d just heard the saddest news. Had Cyren led with that, she would’ve understood why her impulsiveness won. Even though she hadn’t, Gabi still understood. Sometimes, all you needed was some more than superb dick from a man with no strings attached. There really wasn’t a reason or an explanation to give.
“Aww, man. The guy who popped up at the house and made you spend the evening with him?” Gabi asked, connecting the dots.
Cyren nodded. “Yeah. That was him.”
A brief silence filled the car as they both went into deep thought. There was much more to say, but that wasn’t the route they were trying to take this conversation. Thankfully, Gabi pivoted before Cyren could overthink and get in her feelings.
“Well, at least you had a good time. You deserve that, my girl.”
Cyren sighed, knowing that she did, too. “I do.”
“I’m still stuck on his name, though. All that yapping you do when you drink, you didn’t ask the man his real name?”
Cackling, Cyren shook her head. “Shut up! I plan on asking him.”
Gabi’s brows lifted, giving her a puzzled expression. “Ask him how? Y’all planning another date?”
That shut Cyren up. Because… how exactly would she ask? She didn’t have his number. She wasn’t on social media to look him up. There wasn’t really a way of contacting him outside of randomly popping up at her auntie’s house. That thought alone made her press her thighs together. If Heavy popped up while she was home alone again, she was definitely going to fuck him again. Hell, even if she weren’t home alone, she would’ve.
With how she’d replayed the way he ate her pussy, kissed her as if he cared, and slowly pushed inside of her, Cyren might’ve given the man some pussy with Nia and Skylar right in the living room watching TV. And that was dangerous. Sighing, she looked out the windshield before her eyes landed back on her screen.
“It wasn’t a date,” Cyren said, forcing herself back to reality. “That was… a one-time thing.”
Gabi stared at her like she had personally offended her. “You don’t believe that.”
Cyren shrugged. “I do.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m being realistic.”
“Same difference.”
Cyren laughed, but deep down, she wasn’t entirely convinced either. Because one-time things weren’t supposed to linger like this. It’s what she told herself to keep from thinking too much into it.
Gabi was still laughing at her when Cyren’s phone vibrated against the steering wheel, interrupting whatever slick comment was about to leave her mouth. She frowned at the screen as an unknown number flashed across it.
Her brows pulled together as she let it ring. “I don’t know who that is,” she mumbled.
“Who?”
“An unknown number is calling me.”
