as soon as you had turned eighteen, your parents didn’t waste any time. you got married right away, forced. even if your man, kenan, was perfect, you didn’t want him. now you were twenty, still not wanting to accept it. kenan would always try to get you to warm up to him, but you couldn’t. while kenan had been at practice, you had fallen asleep on the couch. you didn’t notice, but when you woke up, you realized kenan had tucked you in bed. you look over, seeing him asleep next to you.