Kendrick
The room felt smaller than it should have, the air thick, almost suffocating. I tried to focus on the letters on the laptop, but the words blurred together, meaningless scribbles on the screen.
My breathing was shallow, my pulse quickening every time I caught her in my peripheral vision.
Kimberly was sitting on the bed, her legs tucked beneath her, scrolling through her phone like she didn’t have a care in the world. Her T-shirt, oversized and thin, clung in all the right places, teasing me with the faint outline of her body. Her bare legs stretched out from beneath the fabric, smooth and inviting, and I hated myself for noticing every detail.
I gritted my teeth, forcing my eyes back to the laptop.
“Focus, Kendrick. You’re better than this.” I told myself But no matter how h
