Sarah
“Feeling better?” Benton asks with a kiss on my head, making me giggle. No sooner had he finished f*****g me; he took himself to my bathroom and ran us a hot bath. I thought he would have left straight away like usual, but he didn’t; he wanted to bathe with me. No man has ever wanted to bathe with me before.
I can’t deny that this tender act is so comforting to me. I love how Benton has his arms wrapped around me, holding me close to him as I sit between his legs, my back to his chest. It feels so good, like something a real couple would do.
I stroke Benton’s arm before kissing his bicep. I feel his smile against my head before he kisses me there.
I nod in response to his question.
“I’ve hated being parted from you these past few days.”
My heart aches at the sadness in Benton’s
