"You’re overthinking again," she said softly, closing the bedroom door behind her with a quiet click .
"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." YoungerMommy 22 12 02 Kenzie Love In Mommys Bed...
I exhaled. "I just... I feel like I’m in over my head." "You’re overthinking again," she said softly, closing the
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 . "You’re overthinking again