I exhaled. "I just... I feel like I’m in over my head."
"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." YoungerMommy 22 12 02 Kenzie Love In Mommys Bed...
"You’re not him," she said. "You’re not my ex. And you’re not my son, even if you call me 'Mommy' when we play." A small, dangerous smile tugged at her lips. "You’re the man who fixed the leaky faucet, who showed up with pizza, who stayed when I had a nightmare last week." I exhaled
"Hey." She reached out, her cool fingers tracing my jaw. "Look at me." Her breath was sweet and warm
At twenty-two, Kenzie Love was barely older than the babysitters I’d had in high school. But the way she moved through the house told a different story. She had traded her usual going-out crop tops for a soft, oversized cashmere sweater that kept slipping off one shoulder. Her hair, usually wild and bleached, was pulled back in a loose, damp bun.
I flinched. She noticed.
"You’re overthinking again," she said softly, closing the bedroom door behind her with a quiet click .