“Look, Ocean, I’m sure a man of your status is used to getting what you want, but I’m different. I’m no groupie.” “You think I’d be asking for ya number if you was a groupie?” He frowned. “I don’t need a groupie bitch’s number. I fuck first night and press on. Ain’t shit to talk about. But I didn’t come over here to talk about groupies and yo’ nigga; I came to get yo’ number and see what’s up with you.” He pulled me closer by the waist, and I seemingly lost my breath.
