“You want a pizza or something?”
“I don’t want anything Merch brings you. He’s probably going to spit in it.” Myome laughed.
“Yeah, okay.” I tapped buttons on the soundboard with one hand and let the other stretch across her stomach. “That bitch ain’t that stupid.”
“You’re mean.” Myome giggled as she leaned across my body.
“And you love that shit.” I kissed the side of her head. “Ay, give us the room.” I spoke without pulling my eyes from Myome.
Alan and Dashawn climbed up.
“I’m about to run to the store. You want me to get y’all something to eat?”
“Where are you going?” Myome lifted her head to look at him.
“I want wings, but shit, I can stop anywhere for real.”
“Oh! Can you get me wings too?”
“Shit, me too then.” I reached into my pocket for my wallet. “It’ll hit with my pizza.” I pulled money out and handed it to him.
Myome rolled her eyes with a smile.
“Text me what y’all want.”
“A’ight.”
Dashawn checked his phone as he and Alan headed toward the door. I grabbed my phone, unlocked it with my face, and handed it to Myome.
“Buffalo, all drums.”
“All drums is insane.”
“It’s really not.” I kissed her shoulder then her neck, my thumb trailing up and down.
“Yeah, okay.” She sent the message then set my phone on the soundboard and leaned back against me.
I exhaled.
“I can’t wait to be done with Merch and Rome’s album.”
“So you can focus on yours?” Myome leaned slightly to look up at me.
“Who said I’m releasing an album?”
She smiled. “Okay.”
“I just want to sit by myself and create without having to baby mothafuckas,” I confessed. “I love Rome and I’d do anything for him but damn. I need a break.” I buried my face into Myome’s shoulder.
I couldn’t remember ever being this clingy with a woman before but I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of touching Myome or breathing her in and being rubbed on by her. It was like she was good for my nervous system. I felt myself relaxing against her.
“How much more do they need to record?”
“Today should be the last day but we’ve been saying that for the last three days.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” Myome lifted a hand behind my head and lightly raked her nails over my scalp.
I hummed in contentment.