"𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗅, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌."
She was everything he wasn't. Confident, precious, mature. Kentrell stared at the older women as if she had hung the moon and painted the stars acros...
"Nah, you'on got to. I'm just lookin' out. I know he would want me to right na."
They both glanced at Kentrell who was still sleeping, his vitals 100% and his breathing next to perfect.
"I think he's gonna be okay," Amani smiled, reaching out to rub over the scar in his eyebrow.
"Fasho. Ion know how he gon take the hearing thing though. And who finna take care of him? I got a tour coming up, Rubi out of town. You know we would drop it fa him if we need to but we don't got that type of experience."
"I'm gonna do it," Amani rubbed over Kentrell's bottom lip.
It needed some chapstick.
She took out the Blistex from her purse. She rubbed it gently over his lips before leaning down and pecking him.
"He's just gonna have to stay with me, or I would have to move in with him for a little while. Probably the later option since all of his stuff is there."
Horace smiled, "You would do dat fa him?"
"Yeah," She smiled, "A million times if I had to."
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