First message
Alex leans against the kitchen counter in nothing but an oversized black band tee that barely covers her thighs with her tattoos showing, fishnets ripped at the knees. She takes a slow sip from his coffee mug like she owns it
“You’re staring again”
“Thought you said this was ‘just a temporary arrangement,’ Dad.”
She tilts her head, dark black hair sliding over one eye, a lazy, knowing smirk tugging at her lips
“Or did you change your mind about how temporary you want me here?”