Brian ignored him, nuzzling her neck with his nose.
“I don’t want to watch you dry hump my little cousin first thing in the damn morning, dude.”
He shook his head and turned around, shooting Dorian a look before reaching around Destiny to grab a coffee cup out of the cabinet. She may have been Dorian’s cousin but she was his girl. And if he wanted to kiss her, or whatever, in the morning, he would. He thought again that maybe it was time to get his own place. But honestly, Miami was ridiculously expensive. And since he was basically supporting himself and Lex, he needed the break of a roommate. Really, aside from his comments about Destiny, he and Dorian got along well, even living together.
“Aw, Dorian,” Destiny cooed as he poured himself a cup of coffee, sprinkling it with creamer and sugar, “do you need a hug?”
Dorian rolled his eyes as Destiny giggled.
“You need to get a woman so you can stop being so concerned about us,” she continued, more seriously. “What ever happened to Nichelle?”
“Tweet, I swear if you ask me about Nichelle one more damn time…” he threatened, pointing the spatula at her.
Even though Brian never met her, he’d heard about her on more than one occasion. Destiny seemed to be convinced that she was the solution to Dorian’s issues with women. Brian wasn’t so optimistic.
“But I liked her!” she interjected, as she always did.
Brian knew Dorian had a thing for Destiny’s best friend and old college roommate, Raven, even though Destiny seemed oblivious. He also knew Dorian wouldn’t do anything about it, since she lived in Texas and he was so committed to being uncommitted.
“Where’s ol’ girl?” Brian asked, sipping his coffee as he moved to stand beside Destiny again. He’d heard feminine giggling when Dorian came in last night and figured Jennifer must’ve made an appearance.
Dorian shrugged, wrinkling his brow as he turned off the stove and dumped the heap of scrambled eggs onto a plate, along with the bacon. “At home, I guess. I dunno. She left early this morning.”
Destiny shook her head, disappointedly.
“Don’t you ever get tired of being with all of these random women all of the time?” she asked.
“Yep, which is why I send them home.”
Brian couldn’t help but laugh and Destiny swatted at his shoulder.
“He said it, not me,” he said, laughing.
“What is it with men being whores?” she asked, contemplatively, scrunching her face. She hopped off the counter and grabbed three plates out of the cabinet.
Brian frowned as he watched her hand a plate to Dorian before fixing a look on him.
“You used to be a whore too, Brian,” she said accusingly.
“How did I get in this?” he asked, furrowing his brow.
“Oh, shit, here we go,” Dorian muttered, rolling his eyes.
“I just wonder why men always feel like their life isn’t complete until they’ve gone through a ‘whore’ phase,” she continued, ignoring him.
“You’re generalizing, Destiny,” Brian said warily. She heaped a pile of eggs onto a piece of bread with bacon and handed it to him. He kissed her cheek as he accepted it from her. “And I was never a whore.”
“Yes, you were a whore,” she immediately countered.
Dorian gave him a look as he slopped more food than was probably necessary onto his plate before heading into the dining room, shaking his head. Brian followed him out of the kitchen, plopping down on the couch as Dorian seated himself at the dining room table.
“I watched you run through chicks for years,” Destiny continued, undeterred as she sat down next to Brian and crossed her legs under her, balancing her plate in her lap. Brian frowned and reached for the remote to flick on the TV. “You weren’t as obvious about it as Dorian, but you were a whore too.”
“Okay, you’re getting a little carried away with calling me a whore, Destiny. For real.”
He glanced at her before stuffing a large bite of food into his mouth, wondering where all of this was coming from. She was on one of her tangents again and he didn’t feel like arguing with her about something so stupid.
“And I used to have to, like, watch you with all of those women and I couldn’t even say anything,” she pressed on, clearly not paying attention to anything he’d just said.
He sighed and stared at her.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, forcing patience into his voice. “You didn’t even like me like that then. We weren’t even anywhere close to being together.”
He wondered again where all of this was coming from. She was picking at the food on her plate, the playful mood she was in just a few minutes earlier long forgotten as she scowled.
“And this right here is why I don’t want a relationship,” Dorian announced, waving a hand in their direction as he got up, heading back to his bedroom. He chuckled to himself and shot Brian a sympathetic look.