Lyric’s P.O.V
“Hey,” I leaned back from the doorjamb. “Patch me up?”
She made a very tiny movement in her face and crinkled her eyebrows at me. “Why?”
“Because I’m injured,” I pointed towards my knuckles and towards my busted lip. “And I don’t know how to patch up a slit lip.”
“And I was the only one that came to your mind?” She crossed her hands over her chest, pushing up her breasts further. She wasn’t all big and rounded, but I could tell that she’d be a handful. Perfect for my hands.
I smirked. “You intrigue me, Lydia McKenzie.” I told her as I entered her apartment uninvited. “And I hate to say it but not a lot of things intrigue me nowadays.”
I brushed past her and made my way over to the couch I’d slept on last night and plopped down onto it. I noticed a bunch of different boo
