“I am getting dressed.”
“You’re thirty-four years old standing in the living room in basketball shorts talking about you getting dressed.”
“I’m about to shower.”
“Then go shower!”
“Why you yelling?”
“Because you irritate me.”
She grabbed her purse off the table and walked toward me.
I smiled. “You love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Nine years and you still here.”
“Four of them legally trapped.”
I laughed as she came closer.
She put both hands against my chest.
“I’m serious about tonight, though.”
“About what?”
She gave me that look.
Then her hand slid down and grabbed my dick through my shorts.
My eyebrows went up.
“Ayo.”
“What?”
“Avery right there.”
“So?”
I glanced toward the couch.
Avery was looking down at Serenity.
At least pretending to.
Samantha squeezed me.
“Don’t be tired tonight.”
“Here you go.”
“No. I’m serious. I bought that shit you like.”
“What shit?”