Meeting an Old Friend
{P.O.V. Jennifer Ross-Ryans} Opening my eyes, a bright light shines. From the window, making me close them. Rolling over and realizing I was no longer asleep on the couch, but in Kendricks' and my bed. He must have carried me to our room. After I fell asleep during the movie last night. Sitting up and moving my hair out of my face. Kendrick wasn't lying by me. 'What does this guy do in the morning that I keep missing him?' Asking myself. "Kendrick?" Asking in a loud tone. To see if he was anywhere in here. "In the bathroom," He replies. Grabbing a hair tie off my nightstand. Putting it up in a ponytail. I get out of bed and see what he was doing. He was at the sink shaving his face. Wearing only boxers and black dress pants. Leaning in the doorway, watching him shave. "Morning." Greet
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