C12

[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