Page 231 of Kentrell

And I was way too far gone for this man.

When I woke up,the sky outside the media room windows was dusky and soft, the sunset bleeding pink and gold across the horizon like some overpriced Instagram filter.

I blinked, disoriented, glancing around likehow the hell…

I was still curled up on the sectional, wrapped in one of Kentrell’s oversized hoodies, with the TV still low and Netflix asking me if I was still watching like it hadn’t been judging me for the past hour.

I grabbed my phone from where it had slid between the couch cushions and winced at the time.

Damn.

I’d really fallen asleep… mid-pancake… mid-day… something I never would have done three weeks ago.

Notifications lit up my screen like I’d been missing for days.

A group text from Mars and Stacia:

Mars

Z, where you at?

We tryna do tacos tonight

Stacia

And drinks

Don’t forget the drinks

Also… respond before Mars starts threatening people

Mars

Too late

I smiled, shaking my head as I thumbed out a quick reply:

LOL y’all relax. I was sleep. Let me see how I’m feeling later

I scrolled down to see a few from Kentrell too:

My Honey

Just left Stony

Then another one about an hour later:

My Honey

You good, ma?

And then…

My Honey

Keep playing like I won’t pull up

I bit my lip, already debating if I should FaceTime him back now or wait till I was more awake and a little less pillow-faced.

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