“No, no…I still think she’s beautiful but as a friend. Lottie? It was more than my body parts. Daun said with Benz it was just physical. She…she…” “Turned you on, nigga.” “Yea…” “And what Lottie make you feel?” “My heart got hard.” “What?!” Truck burst into a loud cackle. He was slamming his body into the couch from how hard he was laughing. “This man said his heart got hard.” “I’m serious, Trucky.” “Come on, nigga, relax wit that shit.” “Then take me serious.” “Ard,” Truck began lacing the blunt with weed. “What made your heart get hard?”
