I blinked away the slumber from my eyes after rubbing them to see myself in an unfamiliar room that definitely wasn't mine or belonged in my two bedroom apartment. Causing panic to rise in my chest at what might have happened the previous night, I looked under the comforter I was under and nearly sobbed when I realized I was in clothes that weren't from the previous night too.

"No, no, no. It can't be, no." I continuously chanted as I scooted off the massive bed and went to the full body mirror across the room to check for any other clarification on what I was thinking. There were no hickeys on my neck, or signs of being touched sexually, my face was makeup free and between my legs felt normal, except the little ache from my head.

I pulled down the huge shirt over my tummy and Calvin Klein briefs that felt like some bumshort I'd wear ONLY in the confines of my home. I felt like crying because it was probably Kentrell who put me in these clothes and must have seen me naked without a doubt.

"You up I see," a male voice from the door said and I quickly wrapped my arms around my chest securely like I was lacking clothes. It was Kentrell in only a pair of sweatpants and a chest and arms of tattoos standing there. "Why yo' arm over yo' chest like that?"

"Who changed—" I sniffed, "Who changed me out of my clothes from last night please."

The expression on his face changed and he came inside shutting the door. Kentrell approached me and took my face in his calloused yet soft palms wiping my tears with his thumbs, "Darajah did. But I definitely woulda' been the one if she wasn't here to, I'd never touch you like that without yo' permission, Maeve. What's on yo' mind?"

I was trying not to drown in those pools of coffee brown orbs that held so much intensity in them as I stared, I was feeling a pulse between my meaty thighs— no man has ever given me such a look of want and...admiration?

"I don't even know, on one end I feel embarrassed for passing out on you last night and on the other, I thought you had seen me—sigh—my body and I felt ashamed." I said barely above a whisper, if he wasn't so close he'd probably not have caught all my words.

Kentrell seemed confused, "I understand you prolly' wasn't ready for how I was coming last night but if I must tell you this then I'd say you got a banging body on you. Sumn' I done paid to get for some of the girls I fucked wit' but you came wit' it all natural and I appreciate that 'bout you."

I was feeling overwhelmed, I mean he didn't even know me that well to make me feel like he did already. My heart felt warm towards him but that sure wasn't an excuse enough for me to stand on my tip toes to give him a kiss more like peck on the lips. He raised a brow and I thought he was offended so I stepped back and could feel my face turning beet red.

"Mane," Kentrell smacked his lips before I was pulled unto him by my waist and our lips met again with my hands on his chest and his slowly slid down to my butt and she squeezed making me squeal into my first sensual kiss and accipurpidently Kentrell's tongue invaded my mouth and explored. I was getting a hang of the make out and moaning until Kentrell pulled away.

"Don't look at me like that," he referred to my expression of annoyance, "..right na' you can't handle a nigga and I was close to sayin' fuck that."

I blushed and placed my head on his chest to hide my reddened face as he chuckled, I shivered as his chest rumbled and he continued, "But you was just sucking on my lips you know that?" I wanted to scream!

"It was my firsttt," I drew out with my hold tight on his shirt and still mentally screaming at myself.

Kentrell chuckled again, "Get used to it cuz it's gon' be many more first times around me, mama."

"So, I'a pick you by eight this Saturday. I'm gon' call you later this evening." Kentrell told me as he pulled up at where I lived. We grabbed brunch for me on the way from my favorite grubbing spot since I had to return back to study for my tests the next day which was a Monday and he was to be at the studio. "Betta' answer the phone."

I smiled, "Sure."

"Hol' on," I watched him lean over the armrest and peck my lips thrice. "Can't be rushing to have what's yours. I'll see you mama."

"Bye." I shyly waved and stepped out, making my way to the front door. He didn't drive away until I shut the door making me smile at the gesture but it fell when I heard.

"Oh, so you're not so innocent no more are you, Olivia?" There sat my cousin on one of the sofas like she owned the place with a smirk.

"Well hello to you too Lulan." I rolled my eyes and headed for my room in need of a nap, she was already making me sick as it was.

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