He never thought he'd get this interested in a girl who just moved into his house.
Kennedy Kinsey, a bubbly and talkative girl, moves to New York to live with her dad's best friend after her parent's death.
She never thought she would be this attrac...
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♥Chapter 15: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ꜱʟᴏᴡ♥
✿Kennedy✿
I rap three knocks on Jake's door.
Actually more than three.
My real plan was to give three knocks, but my knuckles got carried away until I was playing the tune of 'Do you wanna build a snowman?'
"Come in." His deep voice replies from the other side of the door.
I walk in bright and cheery on an early Friday morning.
I'm kidding, it's not early. It's 10.
Jake sits at his desk with a few books open in front of him, facing away from me as his head bows over the books.
"Whatcha doing?" I ask, walking in and standing behind him, looking over at the tiny, printed words. Oh mama, those words are tinier than ants.
And he's studying those?
I like studying but that's only when I know what I'm studying and truly understand the subject. Otherwise, it's blegh.
"Going through some notes." His voice replies lowly.
Who studies on a Friday morning?
He seems quite focused though.
"I think I should go. I'm probably disturbing you." I say and move to walk out the door.
Before I can take a step, his hand shoots out to grab my wrist.
"Stay." He says, looking at my face now.
I blink before blushing a bit and nodding my head, "Okay."
He lets go of my wrist and turns back to his books.
I look around his room which I haven't decorated yet.
I knew I fell asleep in the car. Jake must have carried me upstairs. He saw my drool. Ew.
When I woke up this morning, I was half expecting to be abandoned in a dumpster somewhere in the middle of rats and mice. Imagine, my surprise when I woke up in my bed all safe and not in a dumpster. It was indeed an amazing surprise.
I got up, got showered, dressed and when I had nothing to do, I walked over to Jake's room.
"I'm sorry for falling asleep in your car," I say, "I can't really help it when I feel sleepy."
"Don't apologize." He replies without looking up from his book.
"I always have this problem where I just pass out when I feel sleepy and it's caused my parents way too many problems in the past," I say and shake my head at myself, "I once fell asleep on a horse."
