Kitten's POV (Finale)

6:10 AM

I headed out of my room to my stepbrother's room and found him all dressed up. Yes, he would soon depart; he'd probably not even eat breakfast. At worst, Mom would pack his share into a container for him.

"You look amazing, Liam," I commented, a playful smirk on my lips as I sized him up and down.

"Thank you," he responded and then started arranging the sheets. I can't recall how many times we've made this bed groan in agony from our previous spirited workouts. It's a miracle, really, that the bed hasn't crashed. I wonder what wood it was made from.

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