Kenzie set the mugs on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the massive king bed— our bed now, technically, though it still felt like hers. The one she’d shared with her ex-husband. The one she’d cried in. The one she’d re-made with white linen sheets the day she changed the locks.
"Hey." She reached out, her cool fingers tracing my jaw. "Look at me." YoungerMommy 22 12 02 Kenzie Love In Mommys Bed...
She pulled back just enough to unbutton the first two buttons of her sweater. A hint of lace. A slow, deliberate invitation. Kenzie set the mugs on the nightstand and
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...