Odell and Kenya have been best friends throughout college. As graduation approaches and both their lives are set to change, they evaluate whether they should be more than friends.
"O." I yelled from the floor where he had kicked me onto.
This reminded me of why I made his ass sleep on the couch. But he complained about pain from the game, so I tried to be nice by allowing him to share my bed.
But this fool had no courtesy. He has been kicking me, putting his huge ass arm all over my face and pushing me further and further off the bed until just now I fell off.
"O." I got up and hit his ass with a pillow super hard.
"What you doing?" He woke up startled, squinting his eyes, with his hands up protecting his face.
"Move your big ass body over. This is not your bed." I got back in and scooted him over.
Could you imagine somebody with his amount of muscle mass and huge ass arms and legs, all over you all night?
Yes of course his little "fans"will think it's cute and sexy. 🙄 please. It's not. It's like having a ton of bricks on whatever part of the body his arms, legs, or ten-inch man hands land. Yes Odell's hands are ten inches. In this book and real life.
Anyway, he was huge. Not necessarily in weight, but in massiveness.
I fluffed my pillow and laid back down.
I heard him yawn. "What time is it?" He asked.
"9."
"I gotta go see mama and Jazz before they go back home." He yawned.
His mother and sister had driven up from New Orleans for the game. Our school, LSU was in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
"What time are they leaving?" I asked him.
"Sometime this afternoon. We gon have brunch, then they gon head out." He looked at me and put his head on my pillow.
"Would you move your big ass head?" I looked at him.
"You look like A-Town in the morning." He looked at my forehead, then my eyes, still laid on my pillow, his face super close to mine.
A-Town is this "Instagram celebrity."
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I stale faced him. He laughed. I pushed his forehead with my index finger off my pillow.
"Thank you." He looked at me and turned on his side to face me.
"For what?" I looked at him confused.
"Being my major key. We still undefeated and just like that I had the game winning catch? That's not chance."
