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"DON'T tell me you're fallin' in love, it's been what, a couple of weeks?"
"I am, he gets me you know," Carson gushed, speaking quietly to Keelie. "Sounds like bullshit I know, but word to God, I'm serious."
Fortunately, the nail salon wasn't busy so only five other people were being tended to.
Keelie huffed out a laugh, "The dick that good?"
"It's the best," Brian was probably the best she ever had. It was only two days since their date and they couldn't stop, he caught her whenever and wherever.
All the time she spent with him, she noticed a lot. He was quite jumpy, and anxious, especially when it came to his phone. Very cagy about his past and she knew to respect that even though it drove her to overthink.
"White boy got it like that?" Keelie was shocked, she'd never seen her friend act so enamoured about a guy.
In the past, Carson was very naive, and way too trusting, so she hoped that history wasn't repeating itself.
Carson giggled, "He really does. Girl, he talks me through it."
Keelie instantly choked on air, "He what?"
"You heard me."
"He's vocal?" Keelie lowered her tone, making sure the customers couldn't hear much to their disappointment. Carson nodded in response. "Damn."
"Voice husky and everythin', he puts it down, lifts me up, keeps me hooked even if he's just starin', he knows he's got some sort of power over me. Drive's me crazy, I swear."
"He's packin' right? He has to be with that shit eatin' grin."
"Respect me, I wouldn't settle for no little dick," Carson's response had them both snickering.
The friends abruptly looked up when the shop bell rang and Brian walked in, eyes immediately landing on Carson.
"Ladies," he nodded at a few of them as he walked by, greeted Keelie before leaning over the counter and pressing a few kisses to Carson's lips making the customers awww in the background. Keelie moved away to help them. "You good baby?" she nodded, noting the irritation in his eyes, but before she could say anything he asked, "You get your nails done?" she nodded again, showing them off to him. He pulled out a 50-dollar bill and put it next to her.
She looked shocked, "You don't have to."
"I want to," Brian insisted, still not smiling.
He's annoyed, she realised.
"You ready to go, your shift is done right?" Brian questioned.
