“Hi,” I say shyly. “That didn’t take long.”
“Nope, it wasn’t terrible.”
“What did your dad say?”
“I told him that we’d met your biological parents and we would be here for a day or two. He seemed fine with it, but said to be careful.”
“Good. I’m glad you’re back.” I tell him quietly.
He smiles at me again, the way that makes me feel so special. “What did you do today?”
“Benjamin and I went for a walk. I found the place for you to mark me.” I tell him, biting my lip nervously.
“Yeah?” he asks, c*****g an eyebrow and taking his t-shirt off, reaching forward to take the rag out of my hand to take over washing me. “Is it far?”
“It’s not terribly far,” I tell him as he washes down my chest and along my stomach, moving to grasp one of my legs and clean it thoroughly. “It’s reall
