I exhaled. "I just... I feel like I’m in over my head."
I flinched. She noticed.
She pulled back just enough to unbutton the first two buttons of her sweater. A hint of lace. A slow, deliberate invitation. YoungerMommy 22 12 02 Kenzie Love In Mommys Bed...
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 exhaled
I blinked. "I’m not."
"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." She noticed