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

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 . YoungerMommy 22 12 02 Kenzie Love In Mommys Bed...

I blinked. "I’m not."

"Hey." She reached out, her cool fingers tracing my jaw. "Look at me." "You’re overthinking again," she said softly, closing the

"You are." She padded across the thick carpet, barefoot, holding two mugs of chamomile tea. Steam curled up between us. "You’ve got that wrinkle between your eyebrows. The one that makes you look like your dad." "You’re overthinking again