Page 207 of Kentrell

Zoe is probably dealing with a lot.

Mars, being Mars…

Never missing a chance:

Mars

I like brain-scrambling too

You better let your cousin have her 9 inches.

Stacia

Mars

10?

Zoe???

Stacia

Ayesha

No fuck that frfr.

I was worried sick. I’m going to bed too.

I tossed the phone down on the duvet with a frustrated exhale…

The last embers of guilt flickering low in my chest.

Let them feel however they wanted.

I didn’t owe anyone grace tonight.

Especially not Zora.

The door creaked open a few minutes later.

I glanced up…

Heart slowing for reasons that had nothing to do with fear.

Kentrell stood in the doorway, his frame filling the space like he belonged there.

Like he belongedhere.

Black joggers low on his hips…

Bare chest on full display…

Golden shadows from the fireplace flickering over the lines of muscle and ink that traced across his skin.

“Hey,” he said, voice low… thick with sleep and something softer.

“You good?”

I nodded… letting my eyes drift—just for a second—over the hard line of his chest… the ridges of his abdomen… the curve of his shoulder as he leaned against the doorframe.

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