6. Touch

Ezekiel

Kennedy will be the death of me.

“You got drunk with him?” I try to keep my voice even. She nods lazily, her head flopping around. I try to keep calm. I have no idea why she even has any male friends.

She has me. I'm enough. Call me crazy or unhinged. I don't care. My craziness is granted when I know that other men want my woman.

“He had to take me to the bathroom because I felt sick, but he ended up being the one to barf.” She laughs hard at that, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth wide open. “You should’ve been there.”

“I don’t want you drinking around men when I’m not with you,” I say. She blinks a few times, her eyes still dazed as she tries to focus on the camera.

“Seriously?”

“Yes,” I grit out. “You’re mine, Kennedy. And I don’t let what’s mine party with men alone.” She scrunches her nose at me, scowling again.

There she is.

“I wasn’t alone. David was there, too.”

“You’re not helping your case, love,” I say flatly.

“I didn’t know I had a case to help.” Her s