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“To where?”

“Thanksgiving.”

“You ain’t bringing that nigga to my brother’s house.”

I laughed.

“Emphasis on your brother’s house, nigga.”

“Avery.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“And I don’t give a fuck.”

He moved closer.

“Why the fuck you need to bring Keith?”

“Because I want to.”

“You fucking that nigga?”

I stared at him.

“No, nigga. We be playing footsies in my fucking bed. What you think?”

His face changed.

There it was.

Jealous-ass Xavier.

“Oh, now you mad?”

His jaw flexed.

I should’ve shut up.

I didn’t.

“Keith been back digging me the fuck out. Nuttin’ all up in this pussy.”

Xay closed the space between us.

My back hit the wall.

I looked up at him.

Here this nigga went with that aggressive shit and I hated that he knew I liked it.

“You think that shit funny?”

“A little.”

“You fucking with me.”