He woke up to you laying next to him. He sighed as he recalled last night's events. He sat up and clutched the bullet wound in his side that you had graciously tended to after his request.

Mista wasn’t dating you by any means, you’re a friend to him. The friends with benefits relationship wasn’t something he desired but one thing led to another and now he’s in bed with you.

He only came to visit you briefly while you patched him up. He wanted to stay a little more but he has to get back to his gang.