KENDALL’S POV.
“You haven’t started drinking, have you?” My mom asks as my presence becomes known to her.
“No, why would you ask Mom?” I reply her question with a question as she walks towards the fridge to get a cup.
“Do you like the girl on your bed?” She asks.
“Good morning, Mom. When did you return?” I ask as I move to hug her from behind?
“Good morning, son. Early enough to know that Belle hosted an overnight party and you had to clean up the mess those people who attended her party made. Wake Chase up and have the girl on your bed return to her parents’ apartment. We have to attend the mass.” She replies and I peck her cheek.
“Okay.” I reply and walk out of the kitchen with a glass cup containing milk.
I ascend the stairs hurriedly and when the milk doesn’t spill, I make a whi
