B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 56

Zaiver

I'd pulled up to the house fully expecting to do some begging just so she would talk to me, but instead she'd been sitting in the living room, waiting.

"Food in the microwave. Imma be in bed," she informed, getting up and heading for the stairs.

This was my last chance.

"Kyah—"

She turned to face me, her eyes betrayal free. "You been working a lot, just get ya food and come upstairs."

She wasn't wrong, work had a nigga exhausted.

"Ight," I mumbled, though I was sure she'd heard it cause she resumed climbing up the stairs.

Watching her until she was out of sight, I turned towards the kitchen.

I was a little bit suspicious of why she was talking to me, but at least it was progress.

I knew Kyah, she wasn't one to be dramatic about shit but she wasn't really down with being lied to or kept out of shit that concerned her.

Yea, it wasn't really her business—me being locked up, but if she would've fell off the grid for more than ten hours, Jesus himself wasn't gone stop me from finding her. So, it was understandable.

Opening the fridge, I grabbed a couple bottles a water; plate in hand, I went over to her room.

Her comforter had been pulled forward where I would usually sit, I took it as an invitation and sat down.

"I respect that you don't want to tell me," she'd started. Her face looking forward as she talked. "but imma need a few days to figure my shit out."

Setting my empty plate on the nightstand next to me, I leaned back to get comfortable as we sat in silence.

I didn't know what a few days was, but I had to respect her wishes.

Wasn't too soon after that I'd drifted off into the darkness.
**

I'd jolted awake, despite the darkness in the room I was still able to pick out a few objects that appeared like silhouetted little men.

Tucked next to me sleeping peacefully was Kyah.

It's been a long time since I'd felt so rejuvenated from a nap. The difference in sleeping next to her as opposed to not, was hard to disregard.

Facing her, being careful not to wake her, I slung my arm around her waist. As if we weren't close enough, I nudged her closer and she closed the distance by pressing her face to my chest.

Finally sighing before her breaths were even again.

Words couldn't express how much I'd missed her, not to mention, how our closeness reminded me of my body's certain needs. But that could wait, if time was what she needed; I'd give it to her.

Just as long as she knew she'd have another thing coming, if she thought I was gone let her go willingly.