Page 9 of Verse Two
I chuckled. “Aight. You better be ready to give me some of yours too.”
Without another word, she grabbed her phone and went to tapping again. After a couple of minutes, she turned the screen toward me, and I realized she had downloaded an actual Truth or Drink game.
“This app already has questions divided by category. Cool?” she asked.
“I’m on what you on,” I said again.
“Okay, let’s see . . .” she said before focusing on her phone again. I slid it out of her hands, making her look up at me with a frown.
“I’m goin’ first.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled. “I was going to suggest that anyway.”
“Yeah, aight,” I said as I scrolled through the app. There were different categories to choose from, like family, self-reflection, and romance. I low-key wanted to start with the latter, but I figured I needed to get her warmed up to open up to me, so I chose self-reflection instead.
“Aight, first question. Where is the best place you’ve ever traveled?” I focused on her as I read the end of the question. After a few seconds of gazing at me, she lifted her eyes toward the ceiling. I watched as she tucked part of her lip between her teeth and shrugged.
“LA, I guess.”
I lifted a brow. “You guess?”
She nodded. “I mean, I’ve been out of the country a few times for work—forMaria—but I have never been able to enjoy those places. I’ve never seen anything other than my hotel room, music studios, and sets. Other than New York, the only other place I’ve really gotten to explore outside of Chaney is Los Angeles.” She shrugged again, and although her tone seemed unbothered, her eyes told a different story.
Based on the conversation I overheard in the airport, I was sure the sadness I sensed had something to do with the fact that she hated her employer. I didn’t like that shit one bit, and I had to bite the inside of my lip to refrain from telling Dy to quit her job and let me take care of her for the rest of her life. Then she could spend her days traveling the world and doing the shit that made her smile. I knew that I had no problem making that happen for her, but it might have been a little too early in our reunion to lay that type of proposal out for her.
So I just chuckled. “You ain’t seen much of the places you’ve been, and I haven’t been out of the States.”
“Well, we have something in—” When she looked up at me, she stopped midsentence with her lips parted slightly.
She held my gaze for a few seconds longer before she turned to the coffee table and grabbed the tequila bottle. I watched as she poured herself a shot in one of the glasses. She drank half of it before glancing at me briefly and then downing the rest. It wasn’t until she poured herself a second shot that she focused on me again.
With a deep sigh, she said, “Can you stop doing that?”
I frowned. “Doin’ what?”
“Looking at me like that.”
I smirked. “How am I lookin’ at you, Dy?”
She rolled her eyes and kissed her teeth. “Likethat, Brick. You’re making me nervous.”
I chuckled and grabbed the cognac. “You’re pretty as fuck, and I ain’t had the chance to admire you in a minute. I’ma indulge tonight.”
She cut her eyes at me again, but this time, she couldn’t hide her blush under her smooth, light skin. She downed her second shot quicker than she had the other but said nothing else. I opened my bottle and drank some of it before saying, “It’s your turn, Doll.”
She deliberately avoided my stare as she grabbed the phone from my hands. She took her time scrolling through the app slowly until she finally cleared her throat and looked up.
“Do you pee in the shower?”
I had just turned my bottle up when she started her question, and it took some real effort for me to swallow the liquid without laughing.
“Nigga,what?” I asked, finally placing the bottle back on the table.
Giggling, she shrugged and showed me the screen so that I could read the question for myself. “Answer or drink.”
“Hell nah, I’on pee in no shower. I handle business before I get in there.”
She flashed me a look of disbelief, and I smirked.
