"I got you," Dose said, clearly not taking her seriously.
Nya turned back to me, a sly smile on her face.
"So," she said, "is the dick good?"
"Nya!" I shrieked.
"What? I'm just asking!" she said, laughing. "I mean, you got the man hiding in closets and shit, so it must be good."
Dose smirked, clearly enjoying this.
"It's good," he said confidently.
"Dose, shut up," I said, my face burning.
Nya cackled again. "Oh, this is too good. Wait 'til I tell?—"
"You ain't telling nobody," I said quickly.
"Girl, relax," Nya said, waving me off. "Your secret safe with me. But you owe me details. All the details."
"I ain't telling you shit," I said.
"Yes you are," she said, grabbing the shoe box off the couch. "But I'ma let y'all get back to whatever freaky shit y'all was doing before I got here."
She headed toward the door, then stopped and turned back.
"Oh, and Dose?" she said.
"Yeah?" he said.
"Next time, park your truck somewhere else. You making it too obvious."
Dose laughed. "Nah."
Nya winked at me, then left, closing the door behind her.
The second she was gone, I turned to Dose.
"I can't believe you sneezed," I said.
"I can't believe you made me hide in a closet," he shot back. "All that damn perfume was fucking with me."
We stared at each other for a moment, then both burst out laughing.
"This is so stupid," I said, shaking my head.
"Yeah," Dose said, pulling me into his arms. "But it's funny as hell."
I rested my head on his chest, still laughing.
"She's never gonna let me live this down," I said.
"Probably not," Dose agreed. "Because she knows, like I know, that you full of shit."
And he was right. Because not even five minutes later, my phone buzzed with a text from Nya.
Nya
