Page 116 of Kentrell

“As long asyoukeep your lips sealed,” Stacia said coolly, eyes narrowing just slightly, “he’ll never have to know.”

There was a warning in her tone. Unspoken, but clear.

“I’d never tell him,” I muttered, exhaling. “Y’all are my best friends…”

I stared off for a moment, trying to process everything. “I just don’t know what to think.”

“Thendon’t,” Mars groaned, flopping back onto the plush theater seat. “Now that you know, just let it go.”

“How?” I threw up my hands. “You expect me to just forget I saw Stacia’s legs wide open and your tongue—” I stopped, a shiver climbing my spine. “Oh, shit.”

I clamped my thighs together instinctively.

Why the hell was this making me think about Kentrell?

“Alright,” I said finally, waving a hand. “I’ll act like it never happened.”

“Thank you,” Mars sighed dramatically.

“But,” I added, holding up a finger as they all looked at me, “promise me one thing.”

My voice cut through the light-hearted laughter still floating in the room.

“Let me know in advance where y’all plan to… do your thing. That way, I can be far,faraway.”

That sent all three of them into another fit of laughter.

“I’m beingserious!” I huffed, but even I cracked a smile as I said it.

Stacia’s lips curved into a mischievous grin, her eyes twinkling with secret amusement. “We know,” she quipped. “We’ll give you a heads-up.”

The promise floated in the air like a weightless thread—laced with humor, wrapped in a deeper understanding. Beneath all the laughter, there was something unspoken. A silent pact. Friends navigating the mess, still trying to respect each other’s boundaries, even while making space for chaos.

“So I guess this means y’all are gonna keep doing it?” I asked, arching a brow.

“It doesn’t sound like you’re forgetting what you saw,” Mars teased, and I groaned, pressing my lips together and squeezing my eyes shut.

“Fine. Whatever,” I muttered, spinning on my heels and letting out a breath as I walked out.

“C’mon, let’s finish,” I heard Mars say behind me.

My mouth dropped.They were really about to finish?!I looked up just in time to see Ayesha stepping out of the theater room and closing the door behind her like she worked for security at a VIP club.

“I can’t believe them,” I said, exasperated, as we trudged up the stairs.

“It’s not that bad,” Ayesha shrugged.

I stopped mid-step, looking back at her. “How can you even say that?”

“Because unlike you,” she replied, following me into the living room and sinking into the couch, “I’m not worried about Shemar finding out or what they’re doing.”

I perched on the opposite end of the sofa, arms crossed. “Zoe, people fuck,” Ayesha continued. “Girls like girls.”

“Iknowthat,” I said, a little too quickly. “I don’t have a problem with lesbians. I know Mars goes both ways. I just... I didn’t know Stacia did. And Idamn surenever thought they were doing each other. We’refriends!”

“See?” Ayesha pointed directly at me. “That’s your problem.”

“What is?”

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