kenan was your first love, but that was seven years ago, though the two of you never properly stopped loving each other, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise. when you told people you were over him, they never believed you. other men never attracted you the way he did. now, you don’t know how, or why, but it was the morning after the two of you slept together again. he was still asleep as you woke up. shit, he had a girlfriend. you knew that. why don’t you ever think?