Kane’s POV
I park right outside of Brandy’s house tonight because f***k it, I don’t have anything to hide. Grabbing the bag of Chinese from my passenger seat, I climb out of my truck and jog my way up the driveway to the now familiar front door.
Pressing the doorbell, I rock back on my heels, my hands in my pockets as I wait for Brandy to open the door for me.
It takes a few minutes, but finally the door opens an inch, Brandy’s hazel eye peeking out at me before she opens it wide. She’s dressed in a long sleeved t-shirt that has seen many washes, and a pair of deep purple skin tight sweatpants that show off the toned lines of her legs. She looks f.ucking gorgeous, and I have to fight the insane urge to pick her up caveman style and storm up to her bedroom to have my fill of her.
‘Stick
