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Kyra's POV
Tuesday, November 21
1:22 p.m.
"Yuh wah nun fi eat?"
No.
"Hmm?" he asks again.
I shake my head.
I forgot he can't see me because my head is on his shoulder.
"A shake yuh just shake head ma?" he asks, as he fumbles with the house keys, trying to open door and not let me fall from his arms.
He had me in his arms, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and my face was buried in his neck.
"Yea," I whisper, hoping he'd hear because I'm just not in the mood to repeat myself.
He finally finds the key, he opens the door, and we go inside.
As we step inside we immediately could hear voices coming from the kitchen.
I raise my brows.
Marsha is at work the last time I checked so who is that?
"Yuh hear that Jay?" I ask him as he locks the door.
"Yea, a probably yuh mother"
Maybe.
"Wah guh look? Or yuh wah lay down?" I lift my head from his neck so we could make eye contact.
He frowns.
"No, me a bring yuh to yuh room ma"
"Yuh need rest" he adds.
I do, but I need to know who's in the kitchen.
"No Jay, bring mi to the kitchen." I tell in him in a whisper.
He sighs.
"Alright" and he brings us to the kitchen.
I know he hates it when I'm sick, but I secretly love being sick because I know he'll do anything to make sure I'm fine and I don't need anything.
Me literally tell him say mi can walk inno, because I only have a minor headache but him insist on carrying me in his arms.
He's so sweet.
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Romance"Kyra look pon mi" he lifts my chin up so my eyes could meet his. "Just say the word and we leff right now, yav dah power deh ma" he says, eyes never leaving mine. "The word?" I ask and he immediately opens his phone, dialing her number. "Ah, watch...
