Galen
I rested against the kitchen counter, twirling her phone in my hand. She left it on the counter.
Her rushing step echoed against the walls of the house as she came down.
I switched on the lights, which startled her as she held her chest in fright...
“You? What are you doing here?” She asked but her question flew past my ears.
I huffed out in disbelief at her appearance.
She wore a dark blue shimmer dress that danced lightly above her thighs. Her feminine curves gave it a smooth look.
A tight low cleavage was formed by the top of the dress. She looked too pretty for her good. Her cognac eyes were translucent against the dark kohl lining of her eyes.
“What type of party exactly is this and where?”
She crossed her arms across her chest.
“You are too old to attend, I am
