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Moana's POV

" Who the fuck is that?" I could not help but laugh at Kenny's pissed off tone, enjoying the sound of his morning voice as he cursed under his breath.

" I've no idea." I eventually opened my eyes, looking around our dark bedroom as I heeded to the banging on the frontal door. When I closed my eyes again, Kenny eventually let out a shriek and got out of bed, putting his prizefighters back on before I heard his steps walking around the room.

" Put this on." I let out a yelp when I felt commodity being thrown at me, and I opened my eyes, sitting up to look at him. Kenny walked out as I looked at his black T- shirt that he would thrown at me before I rolled my eyes and dropped back down on the bed tiredly.

ultimately I managed to gather enough energy to get out of bed and slip his T- shirt on after putting my undergarments on from the night ahead. I would have had fresh clothes upstairs if Kenny had just brought my bags upstairs before he concentrated all his attention and ene