At Least, She's Off the Cupboards

Caleb

I looked up and saw her perched on top of the cupboards, legs dangling, braids spilling over the edge. “Zahra! Get down from there!” I repeated probably a dozen times today. She swiveled her head lazily, a mischievous glint in her eyes, the bare skin of her body gleaming in the light.

I ran a hand down my face, trying to mask my frustration as I stood naked in the kitchen, watching my mate s