Morsin City

6. Spotlight On Me

I wake to arms around me noticing it's Kells.

We didn't do anything but cuddle the whole night until I felt better and fell asleep.

I'm guessing he felt me move around because he moved his arm sitting up yawning.

"How'd you sleep?" He asks, looking to the side of where I am.

Sitting up too, I shrugged, "Slept okay. Kind of happy you stood until I fell asleep."

Kells smiles tiredly, "Anytime really, but I do have to get going and take my daughter to a volleyball practice."

Understanding, I nodded while getting up forgetting I didn't have shorts under my sweatshirt, so when I bent down to grab my phone charger my underwear showed a bit along with my ass.

"Oh shit. My bad."

I hurriedly grabbed a pillow covering myself.

Kells laughs low, "You're good."

Embarrassed, my cheeks turn a little red.

"Have a good day with your daughter. I will actually do the Calvin Klein runway show tonight."

Putting back his hoodie he had on last night, he fixes his blonde hair as the hood goes over it.

"I think we got the invite. I'll make sure to sit in front to cheer you on."

Lacing up his shoes now, he gives me a hug then walks out racing to get his daughter.

I watched at the door and when he left I closed it, shaking my head thinking of what happened just a few seconds ago.

"Can I be that slow?" I say to myself.

My phone chimes with a notification being from Beck.

From : Ocean Eyes

Heard about the fashion show

Sick

I'll be going with Ferin

Read at 9:09 am

Okay cool

Read at 9:12 am

You alright?

Delivered

It wasn't anything against her I just wasn't fully ready to talk to her about what happened last night.

I mean Kells just held me without asking questions.

Imagine if I were to tell him what happened.

One he's notorious for not playing around. He goes beyond for the people he cares about. Two if whipping ass was a goal oriented game? That man would be the champion. He would have found my agent and put his face in the floor. Swear.

Making myself breakfast this time, I fried some eggs, sprinkled pepper, salt and oregano. On the other side of the stove I had oatmeal brewing with some fruits waiting on the kitchen counter.

I'm not really a big coffee drinker so I poured myself some tea and added milk to it.

Few minutes later there's a knock on my door.

I lowered the stove taking my eggs out, putting them on a plate, then went over to open the door to see Beck.

"What are you doing here?"

I say drying my hands on my sweatshirt from rinsing them real quick.

Beck holds up a brown bag with bagels inside.