“Why?”
He dropped onto the couch. “’Cause I'm not moving.”
A laugh slipped out of me.
“You're so lazy.”
“Today I am.”
Shaking my head, I headed upstairs.
A little while later, I stepped out of the shower and changed into something comfortable.
The house was quiet.
Too quiet.
For a second, I thought Kyrie might've left.
When I made my way downstairs, I found him exactly where I expected.
Spread across the couch with one arm hanging off the side.
Sleep.
A smile pulled at my lips. This man could fall asleep anywhere. Pulling my phone out, I snapped a quick picture.
Just because. Then I headed toward the kitchen. I wasn't even hungry, but I opened the refrigerator anyway.
The second the smell of the leftovers hit me, my stomach rolled. I immediately shut the door.
The hell?
Frowning, I leaned against the counter. Maybe it was something I ate.
That had to be it.
I didn't know what the hell was going on with me.
As I sat there staring off into space, my phone started ringing. Reaching over, I grabbed it and frowned when I saw Drayla's name flash across the screen.
Sliding my finger across the answer button, I placed the phone to my ear.
“Hey, girly!” she shouted the second I answered.
A laugh almost slipped out, but I wasn't really in the mood.
“Hey, girl.”
Drayla immediately caught the difference in my voice.
“Girl, what the hell is wrong with you?”
“Nothing.”
I rubbed the side of my face and glanced toward the bedroom door.
At least I hoped it was nothing.
