Truth.

Part X

I finished doing the dishes, and felt an overwhelming wave of exhaustion smack me in the face.

“Hey.”

I let out a small scream, startled by whoever the hell decided to say ‘hey’ to me. I spin myself around, only to see Kenneth standing there.

“Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!” I half yell half whisper.

Ken can’t help but laugh.

“Sorry, Mads. But is it alright if I spend the night? It’s almost eleven and I’m too tired to drive back home.”

I can tell that he’s trying to hide his grin.

“Of course, you can take the guest room right across mine.” I say with a smirk. Ken tries to play it cool as he nods as he watches me go up the stairs.

‘Oh god..’ I think to myself. I make my way to Melissa’s room and knock on the door.

“Lissa! Open the door!” The door opens and I see Melissa in an oversized T-shirt and athletic shorts.

“What do you want now?” She groans.

“Ken’s spending the night..” I say, trying not to laugh.

“...”

“...”

Melissa bursts out laughing and her face turns red.

“What do I do?!” I ask.

“I-” She can’t contain her laughter. “Maybe you sh-”

I snicker and roll my eyes as I close the door on her, as I walk into my bedroom and shut the door behind me, only to find Ken sitting on my bed, smiling at me.

“Jeez! You need to stop popping up and scaring the crap outta me!” I say, holding my hand on my chest on gripping the doorknob.

“Sorry. Again.” He says chuckling.

“Get out. I need to change into my jammies!”

“Nah. I’m gonna stay here.”

“...Alrighty then.” I say, smirking at him as I step into my walk-in closet. Flipping through my clothes, I couldn’t decide which shirt to wear to bed, and I hear Ken’s footsteps walking towards my closet.

“Can I help you with that?” He says, winking.

“Mmm. Fine, which one should I wear?” I ask, pointing to my shirts hanging on the black velvet covered hangers.

Ken walks up to me and wraps one arm around my waist, as he scans my whole closet with his hazel brown eyes. I open my mouth to speak, but he interrupts me by lightly tugging upward on the bottom of my tank top, informing me to take my tank top off. I turn away from him and smile slightly, as he proceeds to take it off, leaving me in my black lace bra and my black tights. My skin reacts to his gentle touch as he runs his fingers up and down my spine, giving me goosebumps. I try not to giggle, as I reach for a shirt hanging on the white horizontal pole. Just as I pull it off the hanger, Ken lightly smacks my hand, as he pulls a sheer white long-sleeved blouse a black rim and collar button up.

“Really?” I say chuckling, making eye contact with him. He smiles and responds with a quiet “Yes.” and slips the blouse on me.

“You’re not going to button it up?” I ask, tilting my head to the side in confusion.

“Nope. You look sexy like this.” He says with a smirk.

I reach over to a pair of black athletic shorts, but he whines, shaking his head.

“What, no bottom?”

Ken nods his head in approval.

“You want me to sleep in my underwear?” I whisper, laughing.

“Yeah.” He smiles.

I roll my eyes, as I walk outside, and walk into the bathroom. I shut the door and do my nightly ritual, and take my tights off as he requested. I then walk out of the bathroom in nothing but my black lace bra, my matching underwear, and a sheer top, covering my upper body. Kinda.

“Where’s my phone?” I ask him. No answer. I turn to look at him see that his eyes are fixed on my body. I chuckle and find my phone on top of the small table beside my bed. I grab it, and climb into bed, shutting the light off.

“Good night, Ken.” I whisper.

“Good night, beautiful.” He responds, and wraps his arms around me as he kisses my shoulder, and I drift away into a deep sleep.