Two p*****s In One House II
AN hour later, Rachel had left for school, her backpack slung over her shoulder, a satisfied flush still lingering on her cheeks. Romi stood by the kitchen island, flipping pancakes, the scent of blueberries and maple syrup filling the air. She wore a silk robe, tied loosely at her waist, her bare legs peeking out from beneath.
Kamil walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. “Morning, beautiful.” He kissed her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin.
Romi giggled, leaning back into his embrace. “Morning, sleepyhead. Pancakes are almost ready. Rachel just left.” She turned in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You look… invigorated this morning.” Her eyes, sharp and knowing, searched his.
He smirk
