"Hey." She reached out, her cool fingers tracing my jaw. "Look at me."
The rain tapped a gentle rhythm against the bedroom window, blurring the city lights outside into soft, glowing orbs. The room smelled like lavender detergent and something else—something distinctly Kenzie . YoungerMommy 22 12 02 Kenzie Love In Mommys Bed...
"You’re overthinking again," she said softly, closing the bedroom door behind her with a quiet click . "You’re overthinking again," she said softly, closing the
"Good." She leaned in, her forehead pressing against mine. Her breath was sweet and warm. "That’s exactly where I want you. In over your head. In my bed. In my life." "That’s exactly where I want you
"You are." She padded across the thick carpet, barefoot, holding two mugs of chamomile tea. Steam curled up between us. "You’ve got that wrinkle between your eyebrows. The one that makes you look like your dad."
I exhaled. "I just... I feel like I’m in over my head."