Youngermommy 22 12 02 Kenzie Love In Mommys Bed... -

I did. In the low lamplight, she looked impossibly young. But her eyes—those were ancient. Tired. Hungry.

"You’re overthinking again," she said softly, closing the bedroom door behind her with a quiet click . YoungerMommy 22 12 02 Kenzie Love In Mommys Bed...

"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." though it still felt like hers.

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. usually wild and bleached

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 .

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.