𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 | ᴋᴅɢ

20.

Next Day. | 6:13am.

Kentrell laid awake, staring at Nylah as she slept next to him in his bed.

She'd ended up falling asleep around 8 last night right after Kentrell had, and was surprisingly still asleep.

She'd spent yesterday evening consoling and comforting him, making sure that he was okay and that he knew that she was there.

He was so thankful for her. Anybody else in her position would've left immediately, and he knew that she wanted so badly to, but she still stuck around for him, and he could never thank her enough.

He'd woke up around 5, and had just been laying there watching her as she slept, quiet tears falling from his eyes.

He didn't know the reason of him crying yet. Maybe the disappointment, guilt, sadness, fear, feeling of being ashamed-he didn't know.

Rubbing over Nylah's soft face, he pressed his lips against hers a few times, missing her kisses for some reason.

He hoped that this situation didn't put a big amount of distance between them, because he didn't think that he could handle that.

"Bootybutt." He mumbled, his face now in her neck, leaving soft kisses there as well. He tightened his grip around her, his hand resting on the nape of her back.

She began to lightly shift in her sleep, before she stopped moving, dozing back off after wrapping her arm around his neck.

He loved the feeling of her holding him, making sure that he knew that she was still there. He wished that he could make her feel as loved as she did him.

Before her, he didn't really care about the things he did. He felt like it is what it is, and ain't no use in trying to fix something that many doctors couldn't fix over the years.

But now, he wanted so badly to be fixed. To be normal for her, so that he would stress her out or make her want to leave. That was his biggest fear-her leaving.

He didn't like how quick he'd gotten attached to her. He'd been obsessed with her since the first day he saw her, and he didn't know why. And now that he was attached, there was no way that he'd ever let her go.

"Bootybutt." He kissed her jawline, and she turned her head, stretching in his grip. Opening her eyes, she looked down to meet his dad ones, and she wiped the tears from his face, kissing his forehead.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, and she nodded, tapping his arm to let her go.

He removed his arm from her waist, and then he followed her into the bathroom.

Nylah sat down to pee, sighing as her bladder was relieved, and he watched her as she turned on the bidet that she'd put on his toilet, letting it rinse her lower half, before patting herself dry with tissue.

She'd added many of her own touches to his house, different appliances and more interior decorations, and he loved it.

Nylah could feel his eyes on her as she brushed her teeth at the sink, and she purposely avoided his gaze, not yet wanting to face him.

She still couldn't process the information she'd learned yesterday, and she'd be lying if she said that she wasn't a little scared, disregarding the claim he made saying he'd never hurt her.

After washing her face, she patted it dry with a napkin, turning to walk out of the bathroom. Kentrell reached to hug her, and she unintentionally flinched, making his jaw clench.

"I'm sorry." She grabbed his arm, pulling him into her embrace, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, silent tears falling from his eyes. He hated this.