Loving Khyree (That Zaddy Collection Book #1)

16

Natalie

I was in my room going over lines. I never did a movie before and it was hard to memorize the words. When you're constantly having a thousand and one thoughts in your mind, you can get sidetracked very easily. We start filming Friday and it was two in the morning. Which meant I had only tomorrow to get some sleep. Instead of rereading these lines, my mind drifted to next door.

Khyree...

Our encounter in his room a couple days ago, replaying the images in my mind. He could be passionate, I felt it...

He may not have been as experienced as me, but when we get to that level of comfort, Khy was going to be a force with me. And I could wait. In the meantime, I would ease him into the atmosphere of being in a relationship.

"Focus Nat..." I muttered, going over the lines, when I heard a knock on my door. I looked at my phone next to me.

3:27 a.m.

Andy wasn't gonna be up at this time. She'd hold whatever was in her bladder, before she had to drag herself out of bed to use the bathroom. That only left Khyree. Bray told me that he doesn't be sleep, I wonder why.

"Yeah?" A moment later, my room door opened. Khyree stood in the doorway in some pajama pants and undershirt. His tattoos on his thick arms, proudly displayed. A shiver ran down my back as the memory of him over me came to mind.

"You aight?" He asked me quietly.

"Yeah. Just looking at these lines. Can't sleep?" I closed the folder and gave him my focus. Khyree scratched his beard and gave it a gentle tug.

"I don't sleep much." He mumbled looking around. I moved my phone and folder to my nightstand and patted the empty side of my bed. He needed sleep.

"Come. We don't have to do nothing...just sleep. I know you need it." He hesitated as if he was debating on what he should do.

"It's ok. We'll just lay down...maybe talk until we fall asleep." I said softly. He still stood in the doorway watching me. I got up and moved towards him, his eyes literally ran down my body. I had on some short shorts and a tank. Stopping in front of him, I leaned my head back and gave him a smile. I softly took his large hand in mines and started moving back. I shut my door and we walked to my bed, it may not fit his large frame, but I at least got to lay next to him. Right?

My feelings for Khyree were developing quick and hard. I don't know the full story of him being in prison, but in his eyes and his quiet sweet demeanor, I knew that he couldn't be guilty or even fully responsible for whatever happened.

I had no fear of him, instead he made me feel safe. Like I had nothing to worry about, he'd protect me as if his life depended on it. Whoever this person was, I felt no actual threat. More like a serious violation of my privacy. With Khyree around me at all times, I didn't need to look over my shoulders 24/7.

I sat on my bed first and he stared down. I tugged his hand and he cautiously sat down himself. I laid on my side where he had no other choice but to face me. His head laid on the pillow and he quietly stared at me. I gave him another soft smile and rubbed his bearded jaw. My fingers running through the soft hair, Khyree let out a deep breath through his nose and his eyes looked over my face.

"Why can't you sleep?" I asked quietly, in order to keep the atmosphere going. He shrugged his shoulder, while still looking at me.

"You have nightmares?" There was an emotion that crossed his eyes, I scooted closer and he watched me.

"I think it's good to talk about it. You don't have to tell me anything you don't wanna, but slowly clearing your mind of troubled dreams and pasts, can help you move and grow in the future." My fingers moved to caress and massage his earlobe. His eyes fluttered shut and slowly opened. His beautiful brown orbs hidden by his hooded lids.