Before I fully stepped out of my room, I noticed that the sliding door to the balcony was open, causing my curtains to flutter. I went over there to close it when I saw...

"Kent?" There was a guy sitting on my hammock, shirtless with cargo pants, smoking a cigarette. It was obviously Kent. What was he doing here? I thought he had left.

"So you're ready?" He asked me while looking me up and down. I nodded as I stared at his mouth, which had a lingering cigarette. It reminded me of our kiss last night, which seemed way beyond my age. I blushed at the memory. I hoped...