Page 54 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“I love you.”

His hand cupped my face.

“I love you more.”

“You wish.”

“I know.”

I laughed.

“There you go being hardheaded again.”

“And you still love me.”

“Damn right.”

He stole one more kiss before helping me into the passenger seat. After making sure I was buckled in, he leaned through the open door.

“If she start talking crazy, call me.”

I looked over at Drayla.

“You hear this?”

She snorted.

“He talking like I'm kidnapping you.”

“I just know how both of y'all get when y'all together.”

“We gone.”

“Barely.”

Drayla pointed toward the house.

“Go on back in there before I leave you standing in the driveway, looking all pitiful.”

“I don't look pitiful.”

“You look lovesick.”

“I am.”

She laughed.

“Boy… she'll be back before you know it.”

His eyes found mine one last time before he finally stepped away from the truck.

“Call me.”

“I will.”

“No, for real.”

“For real.”