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“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