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"Cause I'm tired of talking. I don't see why we gotta have phone calls when I can just come get you." Kentrell said, his eyes closed as he looked up at the ceiling.
"I don't really like talking in person. You don't think I'm awkward?" Nylah asked, her voice coming through his AirPods.
"No-I don't know. You barely spoke. But I wanna see you, please." He mumbled, keeping his eyes closed.
Since they'd met each other at Urban Air, the two of them had spoke on the phone maybe four or five times.
Nylah barely answered her phone, but when she did they'd talk for about an hour, maybe more if he was lucky, about nothing in specific.
Kentrell didn't like how individualistic she was. She controlled everything, when he could call, when she'd respond, things like that. She had control over when they talked.
She was also very lowkey. He still hadn't even been accepted into her instagram account. It was so hard for him to resist the urge to control her. He wanted to be in charge.
He didn't want to scare her off though. He actually liked her, more than he should've, and more than Top wanted him to.
It seemed like her reserved state attracted him even more. He wanted to see her so bad, to learn something about her because she hadn't told him anything about her besides her name and age.
He wasn't used to not getting his way, for a girl not to throw themselves at him. He actually had to try with her, something he wasn't used to.
But he didn't want her to slip out of his reach. He loved talking to her, listening to her soft voice talk to him about nothing in specific-mermaids and talking animals-things like that.
She was so quiet and fragile, he felt like that if he talked or handled her too rough, she would break. He loved how soft and innocent she was, and he wanted her bad.
"Ky, can I call back later? I have to bathe Coco now." She mumbled, and he sighed under his breath.
"Okay Nylah." He returned the mumble, feeling himself becoming irritated.
"I promise to call you la-." She started, and he cut her off.
"It's fine." He said, before grabbing his phone and ending the call.
He groaned in frustration, throwing his arm over his eyes as his fingers tapped slowly against his palm, trying to calm down.
He wanted Nylah so bad, and he didn't know why. He still couldn't believe this was all because he loved the way she smelled.
He could find the perfume she used and spray it on any girl, but he didn't, because he wanted her in specific-and had no idea as to why.
He also didn't know what he wanted her for. Sex? Love? Did he want to kill her? Taunt or torture her? He had no clue. All he wanted was her, for whichever reason, he didn't care.
