Seline
I followed Ferrara closely to the kitchen, pleased that he’d allowed me to walk on my own. As much as I loved being carried about like a baby, I figured that the only way to avoid growing attached and catching feeling was to set some distance and avoid skin contact at all times. Since he was my Master, it would be impossible. But I was willing to try.
I clambered on the high bar stool behind the kitchen counter, admiring the way his butt looked in black sweatpants. I’d never seen a man’s arse look so good, but then again, I’d never seen a lot of arses to start with. I didn’t have so much time on my hands to be preoccupied with stuff like that. My revenge was my top priority.
I murmured thanks when he placed two plates of bread, cheese, a few rosettes of prosciutto, and olives. Th
