We walked into the apartment and headed to my bedroom. I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the bathroom so I could clean his hand. I went under the sink and grabbed my first aid kit.
"Next time how about we use our words and not our fists. Okay? ok"
"Ion do no talking" He replied.
"Oooh you're so tough" I said sarcastically as I rummaged through the kit looking for the bandage wrap.
I'm not going to lie seeing Quincy beat him to a pulp was actually a turn on.
I have never seen this aggressive side of him before. I've always felt protected around him and I knew he'd always have my back if need be. But actually seeing him in action and knowing he can actually fight made him even more attractive.
I didn't have any peroxide so I had no other option but to use alcohol. I put his hand over the sink and poured alcohol over his bloody knuckles.
"Bit-" He exclaimed pulling his hand away.
"Yeah that shit hurt don't it" I laughed, "C'mon give me your hand"
"Nah man watch out" He laughed and started to run some cold water.
"Nooo I gotta clean it so it won't get infected" I said as I poured some alcohol onto a cotton ball. "Stop being a baby it don't even hurt that bad" I chuckled and grabbed his hand.
I started to dab at the open wounds despite him wincing in pain. "Man up" I teased him.
"Is it too tight?" I asked as I wrapped his knuckles in the bandage.
"Nah it's straight"
"Boom you're welcome. That'll be $3500 without insurance"
"Y'all take payment plans?"
"Nope, I want my money up front" I started to put everything away.
"Shiddd" He said and we both laughed.
"It's cool if I smoke? I need a blunt after that shit" Quincy replied as we walked out the bathroom.
"You're so dramatic" I replied kicking off my shoes. "Yeah go ahead"
I went out into the kitchen to get breakfast going. I know he was probably just as hungry as I was, so I didn't want him to have to wait any longer. I washed my hands before popping some bacon into the oven to cook. I quickly whipped up some eggs and pancakes as well.
"Here you go" I said as I walked into the bedroom with both our plates. He was relaxing on the bed, watching Fresh Prince, smoking his blunt.
"Thank you" He replied sitting up. I sat my plate down on the desk before going back into the kitchen to pour us both a glass of orange juice. I closed the door behind me with my elbow before sitting down at my desk to dig in.
"When do you leave?" I asked before stuffing pancakes in my mouth.
"Why? Who you tryna go see?"
"I was just asking a question." I shrugged my shoulders.
"My flight leave at 8"
"Cool cool" I nodded my head "Does that mean you finna be laid up in my bed until then?"
"That's a problem?" He questioned raising an eyebrow at me.
"Yeah. Don't get too comfortable, you're leaving in a lil bit" I stated.
"Yeah ight" He replied sarcastically.
"I mean you can stay as long as you aren't under the impression that this means anything about us moving forward"
