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“That’s some sick shit to say.”
“It’s sick to kick me out in the middle of a storm.”
“You’re doing the most. It’s just a little late evening shower.”
Boom! Thunder roared from outside as it seemingly poured down harder. That was perfect timing.
“Evening shower my ass.”
“Oh well, as soon as it slacks up you gotta go.”
“You really in your feelings about this Instagram shit,” I chuckled, while sinking into the couch.
“No, I’m in my feelings because you’re going against me on some petty shit right now. You know you wanna post the pictures, but you’re not because I want you to do it. That’s weird as fuck and I’m starting to think you’re against me, too.”
“Man, now you just saying anything,” I laughed. “You crazy if you think I’m not gon’ post what I want to post because I don’t like your motives. I was just waiting to post them tomorrow.”
“Oh, so you’re rage baiting me.”
“I’m giving you a hard time like you always give me a hard time.”
“I’m not giving you a hard time. You’re just worrying about something that doesn’t matter. And why do you have to wait until tomorrow to post?”
“Cause I be needing Aneesah to help with captions and shit.”
“Omg, you act like such an old man.” She stood up and the first thing I noticed was that her shorts had scrunched all the way up. Her thighs were eating that thin fabric up. She pulled them down before twisting over to me and holding her hand out.
“Unlock your phone. I’ll do the post for you.”
“Man, you hard up,” I chuckled. “You got the pictures, too, yea. You can just post them to prove your point.”
“Fuck it, Armias. Don’t even worry about it. I could care less if everybody thinks I don’t have a baby daddy in the picture.” She turned to walk away and her ass was right in my face. I missed eating that shit.
“Man, come in here,” I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her down on the sofa. I was aiming for her to sit right in my lap, but her booty missed me and landed on the couch. Her thighs and legs, however, draped right over my lap, so she was halfway in my lap.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you what you want,” I unlocked my phone, opened the IG app, and tossed it to her. “Do ya’ thing.”
“See, now I don’t know…”
“Awwww, man,” I threw my head back. “What’s the problem now?”
“Cause I feel like a lame bitch posting for you. It’s like one of those girls who texts bitches from they niggas phone pretending to be them.”
I laughed. “That imagination of yours running wild. I was gon post the pictures anyway, remember? It ain’t like you taking my phone and posting some shit without my knowledge or permission. That would be the equivalent to that example you just gave.”
“Yea, I guess that’s true,” she nodded before taking my phone. She went to move her legs from my lap, but I reached down and held them in place.
“Stay right here, I want to see, too.”
“I know you don’t think I’m trying to go through your phone.”
“Didn’t even cross my mind, but now I’m really watching you.”
“I don’t know why. I don’t care about what you doing or who you doing it with.”
“You don’t care?” I asked while touching her lower back and rubbing it.
