Darryl opened his arms to me and I hugged him briefly.
“You know I really am going to be your sister-in-law, right?” I teased.
“Yeah. I know. Shit. I’ve seen Dyani look at y’all niggas and I’ve seen y’all look at her.”
“Good.” I winked at him and he laughed.
We both looked over at the door when Arris knocked on the frame and stuck his head in.
“Hey, baby,” I greeted Arris and walked around Darryl to get to him.
“Hey, baby.” He pulled me into his side with one arm and kissed my head then dapped Darryl with the other one. “Y’all good?”
“Yeah. I just wanted to apologize to Jayme.”
Arris nodded. “Good look. Thanks.” He shifted to the side to let Darryl out. He looked back and watched him walk off then back down at me. “You good?”
“Yeah.” I tapped his broad chest with my hand and grinned up at him. “I’m good.”
“You sure?”
“Yep.”
“Alright.” His hand dropped to mine and he kissed my knuckles.
I noted immediately that this was just another reminder of why it was so easy to feel secure with Arris. I loved how present and protective he was just as much as I loved how sweet and independent Dyani was.
We headed back out to the common area and Dyani met us almost at the entryway.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
I giggled immediately.
“Damn. Did y’all think I brought Darryl back there to beat his ass?”
“Knowing you? Shit, probably,” Arris joked.
I lightly pushed him away from me as he and Dyani laughed.
“Whatever, nigga.”
“You do beat people,” Dyani added.
I rolled my eyes at her but smacked her on her ass.
“You love it,” I accused.
“I do,” she admitted with a little smirk.
“Ay. While y’all over there fucking around, I’m working my ass off. Can we get some music? Some water? Some air conditioning?” Darryl bellowed.
“Nigga, you could shut up. How about that?” Arris spun around and headed toward him.
Dyani shook her head then looked back at me.
“How are you for real?”
“Happy.” I shrugged. “Darryl apologized and we’re good. I’m excited about us all officially living together. I’m just happy.” I exhaled. “Everything feels right.”