[Camden]
“That’s it,” Kendall says. “It’s official.”
I look up from my coffee, the warm, nutty aroma filling the kitchen. She’s standing in front of the open refrigerator, light spilling around her, wearing one of my T-shirts that just barely covers her thighs. The curve of her ass peeks out from under the fabric, and I stare, unabashedly, at the perfect view.
After all, we’re kind of playing house right now, so I’m allowed, right?
This whole setup will change when we’re back home, but for now, it feels dangerously like a life we could almost call our own.
“Stop looking at my ass and listen to me,” she says, frustration in her voice as she shoots me a scolding look over her shoulder. I laugh, the sound echoing softly through the quiet, secluded house.
“Okay, principessa. What’s wron
