𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 | ᴋᴅɢ

14.

Two days later.

"Kentrell move." Nylah mumbled, turning her head away from him, attempting to doze back off.

"Lemme see yo phone, damn." He chuckled, kissing her shoulder, and she groaned in frustration, tossing him her phone then pulling the covers over her head.

She was currently at his personal house with him, trying to go to sleep after they'd just finished grocery shopping, stocking his kitchen up.

She'd spent the last three days with him, just the two of them in his house, doing nothing particular-besides a lot of sex. He was addicted to her body.

"What are you doing?" She frowned, hearing a phone began to buzz with notifications.

"Nothin'. Go to sleep." He said, and she turned her head, looking down at her phone, before shaking her head.

"Punk." She mumbled, laying her head back down, and he laughed, continuing to send pictures of her from her phone to his.

"Baby you got nudes in hea'?" He asked, and she hummed in a negative response.

"You'a take some fa' me?" He kissed her bare back, looking down at her.

"Mhm." She chuckled, turning her body to face him, both of them laying on their sides.

She wrapped her arm around his torso, her eyes closing as he rubbed the nape of her back, letting her lay her head in his neck.

"I have to go home today." She mumbled, and he frowned, pulling her face out of his neck.

"Fa' what?" He frowned at her.

"I can't stay away from home more than three days unless it's necessary." She told him, rubbing her eye.

"Nylah you grown. Why you can't stay longer? You gone get a whooping or somethin'?" He sarcastically asked.

"Haha. Very funny." She stale faced him, and he kept his face flat because he was dead serious.

"I'm not playin'." He said, and she smacked her lips.

"Kentrell I still live in parents house, I still have to obey their rules. You act like I can't come back the next day." She chuckled, laying on her back.

"I don't want you back the next day I want you to stay. You can live wit' me. Fuck them rules." He frowned, and she laughed.

"Yeah, no." She shut that down immediately, making him roll his eyes.

"I'll buy you an apartment. Or a house if you wan'. So you can be wit' me everyday wit' no rules." He said, and she looked over at him.

"Thank you, but no. I'll still come back over, I just have to go home so that they know that I'm okay and stuff." She told him, rubbing the small trimmed beard on his chin.

"I don't want you to leave me bootybutt." He mumbled, and she listened to his sad tone, looking up at him.

"Sometimes you can be very manipulative. Do you ever realize that or is it intentional?" She asked, and he rose an eyebrow.

"I'm not m-what is you talkin' 'bout?" His eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Whenever something isn't going your way with me, you'll change your voice or the way that you're acting. To make me feel bad because you know it works." She told him.

"Ummm, I ain't manipulating you. When you leave me I do be sad. So." He shrugged, and she didn't respond, still rubbing his face.

"The medicine that you took this morning.. what's it for?" She curiously asked, and he frowned at her.