Kenna
”Can you give me a hand?” I ask, putting stacks of books into the empty box in front of me; not wanting to leave the apartment without having them near my side—reading is one of the things that I can never stop doing, no matter how convincing someone might be to stop me.
Aidan walks towards my direction before stopping near me, leaving me to look up at him and see that he’s currently giving me a mannequin’s hand which causes me to flinch. He leans his head back into laughters, enjoying my reaction as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, not expecting him to literally give me a hand.
”Where the hell did you get that?” I immediately ask as he continues to laugh, making me try my best not to join him.
”Kenna, years of knowing you … never thought you were a creep. I found it in the
