Page 77 of Off Season

She looks up at me. Even though they’re technically identical twins, their eyes are so different. Not physically. An outsider would struggle to see the differences. It’s what they convey. Bailey is much softer than Kam. She has eyes that practically ooze sugar and kindness. Kam’s eyes tell a million stories, most of which promise mischief. I think they’re my favorite thing about her. Well, that and her ass.

Bailey bites her lip nervously before she quietly says, “I don’t know exactly what you two are.”

I let out a laugh. “You and me both, Bails. If she tips her hat, be sure to let me know.”

She gives me a knowing nod. “Kam puts up this hard exterior. It’s what she wants the world to see. But that’s not who she really is. She’s the best person I know even though she doesn’t believe that about herself. She’s fiercely loyal and protective of those she loves. She’s a little damaged from our upbringing and some high school heartbreak, but her heart is the biggest one I’ve ever seen.”

I swallow down my emotions as I nod. “I know, Bails. I’ve been able to break down a few walls. I know there are more to go, but I’m not going anywhere. I care about her. A lot.”

“She’s going to test your patience.”

I wiggle my eyebrows. “I dig that. She keeps me on my toes.”

“She keeps us all on our toes.”

Kam returns and looks at our close proximity before joking, “Keep your hands off my fake boyfriend, Bails. He’s too young for you. He’s not collecting social security yet.”

Bailey rolls her eyes, as she often does at Kamryn.

Kam continues, “Bails, you don’t even need Santa this Christmas. You already sit on an old man’s lap.”

Bailey lets out a laugh as they hug one last time. She looks up at me. “I’d be forever grateful if you could bend her over and fuck the crazy out of her.”

Kam nods. “I’m game for that.”

Bailey simply sighs. “And watch your carry-on bag, Cheetah. She’s known to plant things causing high levels of embarrassment.”

I cross my arms in satisfaction. “I locked it.”

Kam scoffs. “Oh please. There’s zero chance your code isn’t some combination of sixty-nine.”

I scrunch my face and mutter, “Fuck. I need to change it.”

She and Bailey both giggle.

We’re now in the cab on the way to the airport. I look at her. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

She shakes her head. “Not a wink. I’ll sleep some tonight with you.Afterthe flight. Plus, it helps when you’re wrapped around me.”

I love that she sleeps a little better when she’s with me. Never through the night, but she says it’s more than her normal.

“Your finals are over, and the new semester hasn’t begun yet. What did you do all night?”

Her face lights up. “I learned a few fun facts.”

“I figured. Hit me with a good one.”

With zero concern for her volume and the fact that the cab driver can hear her, she says, “Eating pussy decreases your chances of depression by nearly three hundred percent.”

“Ooh. That explains why I’m so happy all the time.”

She smiles. “I feel like you could be happier.”

I chuckle. “Challenge accepted.”

She rubs the now smooth skin of my face that I shaved for my mother’s benefit. “I do like seeing your handsomeface, but I think I like it better when there’s scruff rubbing between my legs.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Would you consider my normal facial hair to be a saddle beard?”

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