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...
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February 23rd. Our last morning in Santorini before the chaos that is our lives restarts.
Sunlight spills through the gauzy curtains of the villa, casting long golden streaks across the unmade bed, the floor, the open suitcases—clothes half-folded, some probably never worn, others slightly torn from our...moments. Stass is kneeling by her luggage, holding up one of my shirts.
STASS: "This smells like you." She says, pressing it to her nose before tossing it in her suitcase. "I'm stealing it."
KYLER: "You already own a part of my wardrobe with the amount of stuff you have at my house.." I reply, zipping mine shut, honestly surprised that I got it done on my own. "At this point, you've basically moved in with me."
STASS: She flashes me a grin, eyes mischievous. "I mean...would you really mind?"
KYLER: "Not even a little." I walk past her, brushing a hand over her lower back. She shivers a little but keeps packing, though I know her focus is slipping like mine always does when she's around.
Ever since Valentine's night, we've barely gone a day—hell, barely gone hours—without getting tangled up in each other. Every sunset, every quiet moment, every accidental eye contact while doing mundane tasks...it just happens. Like the tension doesn't even try to hide anymore.
STASS: She stands up, holding one of my sweatpants hostage. "So, I talked to Kylie last night." She says, stretching the waistband playfully before folding it. "And she's planning a girls' day a few days before your tour. You know, me, her, Kendall, Hailey, maybe Jordyn...she's still collecting the list."
KYLER: I chuckle. "Ah, the sacred Girls' Day. Should I prepare myself for anything? Physically? Emotionally?"
STASS: "Yes." She smirks. "Because it means you'll probably be on Storm watch for the whole day. Apparently she wants a day with just you. Said she's gonna 'make you snacks and color in your tattoos."
KYLER: "A whole day with my little Storm? That sounds like a perfect day. We can plan it out when we're back. I'll block off a whole day for my tiny boss."
STASS: She grins, rubbing her hands over my waist. "You are so whipped."
KYLER: "For Stormi? Absolutely. For you? Even worse."
STASS: She tips her head, eyes glinting with affection and lust. "I like whipped Kyler."
KYLER: "You've definitely been taking advantage of whipped Kyler." I murmur, leaning down to kiss her neck. "We've barely let these sheets cool the past few days."
STASS: She laughs into my shoulder, soft and satisfied. "Well, we had a lot of time to make up for."
My lips find hers, slow and sweet. She melts against me, and for a second, we forget about the bags, the plane, the world.
