When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(99)

“What’s wrong? I can hear it in your voice and see it on your face.”

Kennedy sits in silence. I can tell she’s mulling it over in her head. She always does this when she’s really thinking about her answer. She forces a smile before she speaks.

“What’s going to happen when you go off to college?” she asks softly.

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is what is going to happen with us? You’re going to go to Georgia and I’m going to be going to New York hopefully. Where does that leave us?”

I now understood the tone in her voice. She’s worried about what will become of our relationship. I don’t know what to tell her either. I don’t have the fix-all answers to her worries and insecurities.

“Ken, we have a whole year to worry about that. We will figure it out when the time comes. Let’s not wrap ourselves in the future too much that we forget to enjoy each other right now.” I explain honestly. I know at some point we are going to go opposite directions and I’m not sure what will become of us when that day arrives. Honestly, I don’t want to think about it either. For now I want to ignore the inevitable that will tear us apart.

“You’re right.” She leans up to kiss me before flicking the light off. She curls back into me where she fits perfectly. There is no better way to fall asleep than with her in my arms.

I wake up the next morning still holding onto Kennedy. It’s also the best way to wake up. Neither of us has opened our eyes yet until we hear her bedroom door opening slowly. I’m afraid to look to see who it is just in case Mr. Conrad had decided to check on his daughter this morning. There is a dip in the mattress and I know right away that it’s Mrs. Conrad. Kennedy and I both look down at her at the same time. Talk about awkward.

“Good morning,” Mrs. Conrad whispers.

“Good morning,” Kennedy and I answer at the same time.

“Your father left early this morning, so it’s safe to come out. I made pancakes.”

“Thanks Mom,” Kennedy sits up looking over to me. Mrs. Conrad let me sleep in her daughters bed last night then made me breakfast this morning. This is a first.

“I’ll see you guys when you get around,” she says leaving us alone again. She even closes the bedroom door. She has some misplaced trust.

Kennedy always looks gorgeous first thing in the morning, making it hard to try not to bury myself deep inside her. I have to talk my dick down from the ledge.

Kennedy gets out of bed heading over to her dresser pulling out a pair of shorts and the white blouse I love on her so much. She doesn’t bother going into her bathroom which I appreciate. She strips down putting on a rather cute pair of striped boy short underwear. At least I think that’s what they’re called. A white lace bra (my favorite) is thrown on next. She turns grinning at me as I watch her get dressed. I couldn’t force myself if I tried to look away. She’s fucking perfection.

“You going to get ready or just watch me prance around in my underwear?” she jokes with a wink.

“I think I’d rather watch you prance around in the cute little underwear, to be honest,” I jump off the bed getting to her side as quickly as possible. Planting a kiss on her shoulder and wrapping my arms around her waist. “God damn…you’re gorgeous.”

Kennedy pushes me off of her to continue to get dressed. I can see the smirk on her lips at the attention I’m showing her. “Get ready. I’m starving,” she says bending down to pull her shorts on.

“I have something you can eat,” I whisper in her ear as I envelope her pushing my front into her backside. The assault gets me a harsh shove on the chest and a disapproving shake of the head. “What? I thought it was funny.”

I pulled on my clothes from last night leaving Kennedy alone to get ready. Once I reach the kitchen Mrs. Conrad is sitting at the bar picking at her food. She notices that I’m walking in the room and looks up at me. There is no sign of pity in her eyes that I half expected this morning.

“Good morning, honey. How did you sleep?” she asks with a new sad expression on her face. I have to keep telling myself it’s because she cares.

“I slept great. Thank you for letting me stay,” I smile in appreciation.

“Something tells me this isn’t the first time this has happened.” She raises an eyebrow at me in speculation.

“No ma’am, it’s not. You have a very sweet daughter who took me in when I didn’t have anyone else to go to,” I explain honestly fiddling with the hem of my shirt. There’s no point in lying at this point.

“I figured,” she smiles. “Come get some food before you have to head to school.”

I stack a few pancakes and pieces of bacon on my plate smothering it all with syrup. Kennedy comes out a few minutes later finding her mother and me talking about baseball. She snatches a piece of bacon off my plate and nearly ate it in two bites grinning.

Kennedy must have overheard our conversation. “Georgia’s coming this Friday? That’s exciting,” she says cheerfully. She walks by kissing me on the cheek before filling her own plate of pancakes.

After breakfast and a quick goodbye Kennedy and I drive to school in near silence. I can tell she’s deep in thought. I just don’t know about what yet. She’ll talk when she’s ready. That I can guarantee. I’ve learned that when something is bothering Kennedy it’s best to let her fiddle with it in her own head before trying to convince her to share it with anyone else.