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

I flinched. She noticed.

"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...

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

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 not my ex

"Now stop thinking," she whispered, pulling the covers back. "And come take care of me." Note: This content is fictional, intended for an adult audience, and explores the dynamic described in your topic request.

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

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