Kyler Jenner, the older twin brother of Kylie, has been noted as a model, a music producer, and a business man, helping his family navigate through the ups and downs. Throughout his career, he's been able to help the Kar-Jenner family with their com...
The night air was warm and quiet as Kyler and I walked back to our room, the hum of the yacht's engines a soothing backdrop. The tension from earlier had mostly faded, but I could tell Kyler was still processing everything. His hand brushed against mine, and without thinking, I laced my fingers through his.
STASS: "Do you think everyone will survive Milan?" I teased as we stepped into our room for the final night.
KYLER: He chuckled, closing the door behind us. "I mean, it's a toss-up. Someone's bound to cause chaos, it's just a matter of who."
STASS: I rolled my eyes playfully as I crossed the room to grab his suitcase, knowing that he's gonna need a lot of help. "You say that like you're not one of the possible culprits."
KYLER: "Me?" He said, placing a hand over his heart, feigning innocence. "I'm the picture of self-control.
STASS: "Sure, keep telling yourself that." I replied, unzipping his suitcase and starting to fold the clothes he had tossed on the chair earlier while he organized our stuff in the closet.
KYLER: After a few minutes, he came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. "You're too good to me." He murmured, his lips brushing against my neck.
STASS: I laughed softly, trying to focus on packing, but his warm breath against my skin made it nearly impossible. "Someone has to make sure you don't forget anything, like socks."
KYLER: He kissed a spot just below my ear, and I felt my resolve weaken. "I'm pretty sure I can survive Milan without some socks." He whispered, his hand sliding up to gently cup under my breasts.
STASS: "Kyler." I warned, though my voice lacked any real firmness. "If you keep distracting me, you'll end up with half your stuff still here."
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KYLER: "That doesn't sound so bad." He said, trailing kisses down my neck while his hands moved to massage my breasts. "Gives me an excuse to stay close to you."
STASS: I turned in his arms, arching a brow. "You don't need an excuse, you know."
KYLER: He grinned, his hands settling on my hips. "I know, but it's fun to come up with one anyway."
STASS: Shaking my head, I playfully pushed him back toward the bed. "Sit. I'll finish this, and then you can tell me what you want to do in Milan."
KYLER: Kyler flopped onto the bed, watching me with a lazy smile as I continued packing. "Alright, here's the plan." He began, sitting up and taking off his button-up, leaving him in that tight tank top. "We hit all the boutiques so Kylie doesn't hold it over us later. Then, I take us somewhere ridiculously fancy for dinner, just the two of us. No interruptions. Sounds good?"
