Obstacles [BOOK 3]

8

Kyrin

Waking up, I realized I wasn't in my bed and shot up. Janet laid next to me with her arm around my waist and my eyes widened as I recounted the events of last night. Looking around, I searched for my phone to see what time it was. Coming up empty, I eased out of the bed and almost pulled the covers off the bed but stopped when I realized I would wake Janet up. Damn. It was freezing in here! Sighing, I walked into the bathroom, my eyes traveling to the tub and recounting how the hell I ended up spending the night.

"Janet, honey. I need for you to work with me. Please?" I checked my watch and saw it was going well into 3 in the morning.

She glanced at me with barely opened eyes before mumbling. "I'm tired."

"Okay. That's okay but—." I stopped myself realizing that I was trying to reason with a crossfaded Janet Jackson. Giving up, I picked her head up and grabbed the makeup wipe. Slowly, I began wiping her make up off. I finished and gently leaned her head back on the wall. Turning to her assortment of cabinets, I opened the drawer and grabbed her facial products.

Putting some cleanser on a towel, I walked back over to her and cleaned the rest of her makeup off before she pushed my hand away gently. "Stoppp. Let me sleep."

"You don't want me to do your face wash?"

She shook her head. "Nooo. I'm tired."

"Janet, let me wash your face before you break out. You know how sensitive your skin is." She sat and let me do the rest of her face routine before I spoke again. "Alright. Let's get you to bed," I grabbed her arms and pulled her up. She stumbled and I caught onto her waist before she could fall to the ground. "Come on J, the beds right there." I led us to her bed before she barely made it in. Giggling, I picked her legs up and put them into the bed. I began to unbutton her shirt knowing she hated sleeping in long sleeves. It was a true struggle but soon I had the shirt off. "J do you want to take your jeans off?"

No response came and I sighed. Suddenly she muttered. "Mhm."

Unbuttoning her jeans, I quickly realized this was going to be my hardest task. "Lift up some Janet."

She didn't reply but soon lifted up what seemed to be half an inch. I took what I could get and slid the jeans down to her ankles. Pulling them off the rest of the way, I sat her shirt and pants to the side before going into the restroom. Grabbing the mini sized trash can, I placed it besides her side of the bed before pulling the covers up on her. I turned her ceiling fan on and when I did, she spoke softly. "Stay."

"What'd you say?" I questioned as I walked back over to her side of the bed.

"Stay... Please?"

I hesitated before sighing. "Alright J, I'll stay. Get some sleep. I'll be next door."

"I can't."