𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 | ᴋᴅɢ

7.

Two days later.

Kentrell looked at himself in his room mirror, holding a white shirt and a black one on his chest, switching between the two.

"Black, or white?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"White." Top told him, and he looked down at the black shirt.

"I always wear white. She gone think I'm dirty assum'." He mumbled, chuckling to himself.

He opened his closet doors, looking through his many shirts for a specific one.

Finding the black long sleeved chrome hearts shirt, he pulled it from the hanger, his face frowned up.

"I don't fucking like this shit." He threw it back on the rack, covering his face as he pulled at his dread, becoming frustrated with himself.

He heard his doorbell ring, and he looked up, walking out of his room, downstairs towards the front door.

He unlocked it, before swinging it open, revealing Nylah who wore a simple pair of skinny jeans and a black shirt with Balenciaga sneakers to match.

"I don't wanna go anymore." He mumbled, after wrapping his arms around her in a hug, his face buried in her neck.

"Okay. Why not?" She asked, her arms around his neck.

"Cause I can't find nothin' to fuckin' wear and it pissed me off." He said, and she laughed at the attitude in his voice, making him smile.

"Well, that's alright. How about we order food and watch a movie?" She suggested, and he pulled her inside of his house, closing and locking his front door.

"Well, that's alright." He mocked her proper voice, and she laughed again, letting him pick her up.

"I do not sound like that." She held around his neck, and he chuckled, carrying her upstairs.

"You didn't tell me that you missed me this time." She mumbled, looking down at him, and he smirked,

"You wanted to be missed this time huh?" He taunted, and she smiled, rolling her eyes.

"Yes because I missed you." She said as he laid her down in his bed.

"I missed you too baby." He mumbled, walking back to close his room door.

"You gave me a new address, I've never been here before. Is this a new house?" She asked, watching as he took her sneakers off for her, carefully untying them.

"No. The other house is all of ours-me, Ben, Joe, KD. This one just mine." He explained to her, and she nodded as he pulled her shoes off.

"Can I take your socks off?" He asked, looking over at her.

"Sure. For what?" She looked up to meet his eyes, and he looked back down at her feet.

"Cause yo feet pretty and I like looking at them." He said as he pulled her socks off, grazing his fingers over her toes.

She watched as he massaged her feet, his full attention on the white polish on her toes, and she tilted her head.

"Is that a fetish?" She curiously asked, and he chuckled.

"No." He lied, and she tilted her head the other way. She lifted her foot, gliding it up his chest, and he groaned, quickly grabbing it.

"Okay, yes. Now stop, don't do that." He stood up, and she laughed, seeing his dick hard in his shorts, walking towards his bathroom.

"Come back. You can play with them if you'd like." She smiled, leaning back on his headboard.

"Nah cause you play too much." He shook his head at her, and she laughed again.