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

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

She pulled back just enough to unbutton the first two buttons of her sweater. A hint of lace. A slow, deliberate invitation.

"Hey." She reached out, her cool fingers tracing my jaw. "Look at me." YoungerMommy 22 12 02 Kenzie Love In Mommys Bed...

I flinched. She noticed.

"You’re overthinking again," she said softly, closing the bedroom door behind her with a quiet click .

"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." At twenty-two, Kenzie Love was barely older than

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.

"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."

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 . Her hair, usually wild and bleached, was pulled

I exhaled. "I just... I feel like I’m in over my head."

I blinked. "I’m not."