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“God! To think I thought you at least like me a little!” Imani swore, looking at the floor for her scrunchie.
“I do like you,” Matthew shot back, standing on the other side of the bed shirtless, his hair ruffled. It was the first time Imani had seen him disheveled and unsure in the few weeks she had known him.
“So you don't respect me then?”
His eyes went wide with annoyance.
“What the f**k are you talking about? Of course, I respect you. Not many people would have done what you've been capable of doing since you were sixteen. Hell, I was stealing and running the streets half the time when I was that age, and the other half, I was in church singing hymns and pretending to pray. “
If she hadn't been as angry, she could have laughed, but Imani tied her hai
