“Nigga don’ had a crush on you for a minute is all. I know he happy as shit to have you around all the fucking time.” “He’s crushing on me because he doesn’t know me. If he did, he would run for the hills.” I chuckled, standing and grabbing my purse. “I doubt it. Asif ain’t what you think. Nigga twenty-six in age but ‘bout forty in the head.”
