I roll my eyes at him. "Come on, let's go make breakfast," I scold him, smacking his ass. The leggings are thin, so I got a great slap sound out of it, and he hisses. I laugh, grabbing his hand and pull him to the kitchen. I am starving, my belly is rumbling loudly.
Scampering into the kitchen, I turn the kettle on. Caffeine, my best friend. I love you. I think as I shove two spoonfuls into my cup. Mateo reaches over and pinches my ass under Ezra’s shirt I am wearing, the hem only sitting mid-thigh. Jumping, I hiss, rubbing my naked butt cheek, and he laughs. “I only have a thong on, that hurt!”
I swat at his arm, and he gives me a crooked smile before reaching for the toaster and bread. "Remember, you started this ass war, Kat. Now what do you want? I can make toast, toast, or I can mak
