Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother
Still craving a man who's shown me I'm nothing but a piece of ass to him.
So I lift my glass, drain what's left, and paste the smirk back on my face like armor. "C'mon, cuz. Let's dance. I don't wanna talk about men problems tonight."
Daisha grins. "Now that's the energy I'm lookin' for."
She grabs my hand, dragging me straight into the crush of bodies.
The dancefloor moves like one giant wave under the flashing lights, shoulder to shoulder, heat and sweat rolling through the air thick enough to taste. Daisha's already in her element—dropping low, throwing her ass back like she's auditioning for Beyoncé's next tour.