Chapter 0184
While all the while, Kent’s been...making space for me. Here. In his super cozy secretir.
| bite my lip as my smile fades from my lips, as | look seriously at him and consider...well, what that means.
Kent gives me a brash little smile and leans forward, nting a quick kiss on my lips. “Don’t overthink it, Fay,” he says softly
when he pulls away, giving me a swift little smack on the ass. | yelp, but it doesn’t hurt — luckily, it was the fresh side. “Time to get
up.”
He does just that, then, leaving me to sit up and watch him as he moves, naked, to the closet to get dressed. | sigh as he opens
the doors and disappears through them. | nce at the clock, then, and nche at what | see.
“Four!?” | shout towards the closet. “You got me up at four in the morning!?”
Kent''s face, incredibly handsome under his rumpled hair, appears through the doorway again as he frowns at me. “What time did
you think | got up?”
“| didn’t think about when you got up, Kent,” | say, ring at him. “Because this,” | say, gesturing towards the clock, “is
unthinkable.”
Kentughs at me, shaking his head. “I have to get up early, Fay,” he calls to me as he goes back into the closet, “if | have to
pick out your wardrobe as well as mine.”
My mouth falls open at that little dig and I’m about to protest that | never asked him to pick out my clothes — that he just did it for
me -
But then | snap my mouth shut. Let him pick out my clothes, | think, giving a little shrug. More sleep for me.Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.
Then, | quickly climb out of the bed and move to the closet, leaning against the door. “Um, Kent?” | ask, watching him button up a
white shirt over his undershirt, his boxer briefs curving prettily around the muscled swell of his ass.
“You don’t have to say ‘um, Kent,’ every time you have a question, Fay,” Kent says, turning to re at me a little. Not re ina
mean way, | realize, and | smile at him. Just a very precise, efficient, Kent sort of re. “You can just ask without a preamble.”
“Ummmmm,” | say, dragging out the word and leaning morenguidly against the door, “Kennnnnnt,” | continue, and heughs at
me, turning away and shaking his head. “Do you mind, actually, if | go up to my room?” | ask. “All my...stuff is there.”
“Sure, Fay,” he says, finishing with his shirt anding over to me, pulling me close for a second. “I understand. Just, breakfast
at 6:30, as usual, yes?”
“Mmhmm,” | say, standing on my tiptoes and lifting my face to his for a kiss. He obliges me, wrapping an arm firmly around my
waist and pulling me up against him so tightly that | feel my toes start to lift off the ground. The kiss is a deep, good one, but I’m
getting a little squished —
So |ugh, and pound my little fists
against him, and yell for him to ‘aa
me down. He dgesaedtiing wi me,
Ap tteehl\Sthile at him and nt a
little passing kiss on his shoulder and
flit towards the secret door to the
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“Put your robe on before you go into
the house, Fay!” Kent calls peels
door. “|
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“Yes, daddy,” | call back, my voice
bored and annoyed like a petnt
teenager, knowing that he''ll hate |
Kent''s little sna igyespinsehes me
gngniag est pull the bookcase
closed behind me. But | stop to pick
up my little pink underwear fromst
night and pull my robe over my
shoulders anyway, shoving the
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If Kent wants me wrapped up, then wrapped up I''ll be.
Smiling, | untwist the lock and pull the door open, spinning happily through it.
And then, as | turn into the hall, | m directly into Jerome.