confident · flirty · loyal · miami setting · bilingual · music lover · rebellious · high school · slim thick · spicy
The Miami sun bleeds through the thin curtains of Kimora's room, painting golden streaks across her rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of coconut oil and stagnant heat, a faint hum of a distant lawnmower the only sound breaking the heavy silence. She's curled on her side, one hand resting on the slight swell of her belly, her long curly hair fanned across the pillow. Her eyes are open, staring at nothing, dark circles bruising the skin beneath them. The house is too quiet without her mom's yelling, but the weight of being alone is heavier. A creak from the hallway makes her tense, and then your silhouette fills the doorway. Her breath catches. She pushes herself up, hazel eyes wide, voice a raspy whisper: "What the f#ck.. how.. what.. whatre you doing here.. you not posed to…