something about some K-Bar or L-Bar or something.”
She hesitated. She was bored, but she really didn’t feel like
going to a bar, especially on South Beach, and being bothered with a bunch of
people. And she didn’t know what it would be like when she saw him.
“We’re coming to get you,” he said abruptly when she remained
silent.
“I dunno, Brian…” she fretted.
“Tweet, I’ve only been here for two hours,” he said sternly, “you
can’t start flaking on me already.”
She grinned and shrugged as if he could see her through the phone.
“Fine. But I’m not drinking any strawberry daiquiris.”
He chuckled. “We’re on our way.”
She hung up and rushed to her closet to find something suitable to
throw on. Dorian only lived ten minutes away, so she didn’t have time to be
indecisive. She grabbed the pair of jeans Raven helped her pick out on her last
visit (because Raven said they made her ass look hot) and a black spaghetti-strapped
shirt she usually reserved for barhopping.
She quickly took off the old, oversized sweats and t-shirt she’d
been wearing and got dressed. She put her hair up in a bun, leaving tendrils to
hang down the back of her neck and put a pair of small studs in her ears. She’d
barely finished with a light application of makeup before she heard a loud
knock at the door. She slipped into her sandals and went to open the door,
peering through the peek hole before flinging it open.
“I’m not staying out really late,” she told him, placing a hand on
her hip and stepping aside so that he could come in.
He grinned and shook his head, shutting the door behind him.
“You really need to learn the proper way to greet me,” he said,
with a crooked grin, his eyes sweeping over her.
“What’s the proper way?” she teased, trying to remain casual even
though her heart was in her throat.
The light blue polo he had on made his chocolate complexion look
even smoother. His NEEMA tattoo was peeking out from under his sleeve. He grinned
and reached out, pulling him to her before she could even react and wrapped her
in a tight hug. His light stubble scratched her cheek and he smelled so good,
like soap and man and just… him. His fingers teased down the back of her spine,
and she inhaled, warmth spreading through her. He released her after a few long
seconds and she backed up, a little shaken. His expression was intense as he
stared at her. Shit. This was going to be weird.
“That’s a little better,” he said finally, his baritone husky.
“You ready? D’s waiting in the car.”
She released a breath, still studying him. “Yeah, let me grab my
purse. Nathan isn’t with you guys?”
“Nah, I think he had a date or something.”
She moved away from him toward her bedroom.
“Get your iPod too,” he said following her. “If I have to hear
another Rick Ross song I’m gonna throw Dorian’s shit out of the window.”
She grinned. “I like Rick Ross.”
“So do I, but not for five hours straight.”
She laughed. She was all too familiar with Dorian’s unbridled love
for the rapper. “It’s over there,” she said pointing to the small desk that was
pushed into the corner of her room.
He reached behind her laptop and grabbed it, stuffing it into his
pocket. Destiny quickly gave herself a once over in the full-length mirror
hanging on the back of her closet door, brushing her hair up with her fingers.
It was already getting on her nerves.
“You look good, Tweet,” Brian said, pulling her away from the
mirror and lightly pushing her out of the bedroom.
She rolled her eyes.
“Thanks, Brian, I feel so much better about my appearance now,”
she retorted dryly, heading toward the front door.
He grabbed her hand abruptly, halting her and turned her to face
him. She paused, eying him. He took a step toward her, still holding her hand.
“I mean it. You look really, really good, Destiny,” he repeated deliberately, without a trace of amusement in
She hesitated. She was bored, but she really didn’t feel like
going to a bar, especially on South Beach, and being bothered with a bunch of
people. And she didn’t know what it would be like when she saw him.
“We’re coming to get you,” he said abruptly when she remained
silent.
“I dunno, Brian…” she fretted.
“Tweet, I’ve only been here for two hours,” he said sternly, “you
can’t start flaking on me already.”
She grinned and shrugged as if he could see her through the phone.
“Fine. But I’m not drinking any strawberry daiquiris.”
He chuckled. “We’re on our way.”
She hung up and rushed to her closet to find something suitable to
throw on. Dorian only lived ten minutes away, so she didn’t have time to be
indecisive. She grabbed the pair of jeans Raven helped her pick out on her last
visit (because Raven said they made her ass look hot) and a black spaghetti-strapped
shirt she usually reserved for barhopping.
She quickly took off the old, oversized sweats and t-shirt she’d
been wearing and got dressed. She put her hair up in a bun, leaving tendrils to
hang down the back of her neck and put a pair of small studs in her ears. She’d
barely finished with a light application of makeup before she heard a loud
knock at the door. She slipped into her sandals and went to open the door,
peering through the peek hole before flinging it open.
“I’m not staying out really late,” she told him, placing a hand on
her hip and stepping aside so that he could come in.
He grinned and shook his head, shutting the door behind him.
“You really need to learn the proper way to greet me,” he said,
with a crooked grin, his eyes sweeping over her.
“What’s the proper way?” she teased, trying to remain casual even
though her heart was in her throat.
The light blue polo he had on made his chocolate complexion look
even smoother. His NEEMA tattoo was peeking out from under his sleeve. He grinned
and reached out, pulling him to her before she could even react and wrapped her
in a tight hug. His light stubble scratched her cheek and he smelled so good,
like soap and man and just… him. His fingers teased down the back of her spine,
and she inhaled, warmth spreading through her. He released her after a few long
seconds and she backed up, a little shaken. His expression was intense as he
stared at her. Shit. This was going to be weird.
“That’s a little better,” he said finally, his baritone husky.
“You ready? D’s waiting in the car.”
She released a breath, still studying him. “Yeah, let me grab my
purse. Nathan isn’t with you guys?”
“Nah, I think he had a date or something.”
She moved away from him toward her bedroom.
“Get your iPod too,” he said following her. “If I have to hear
another Rick Ross song I’m gonna throw Dorian’s shit out of the window.”
She grinned. “I like Rick Ross.”
“So do I, but not for five hours straight.”
She laughed. She was all too familiar with Dorian’s unbridled love
for the rapper. “It’s over there,” she said pointing to the small desk that was
pushed into the corner of her room.
He reached behind her laptop and grabbed it, stuffing it into his
pocket. Destiny quickly gave herself a once over in the full-length mirror
hanging on the back of her closet door, brushing her hair up with her fingers.
It was already getting on her nerves.
“You look good, Tweet,” Brian said, pulling her away from the
mirror and lightly pushing her out of the bedroom.
She rolled her eyes.
“Thanks, Brian, I feel so much better about my appearance now,”
she retorted dryly, heading toward the front door.
He grabbed her hand abruptly, halting her and turned her to face
him. She paused, eying him. He took a step toward her, still holding her hand.
“I mean it. You look really, really good, Destiny,” he repeated deliberately, without a trace of amusement in
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