Junior
Gio continued to improve over the afternoon. While Desiree feeds him some of the salty soup, I order food in for the two of us.
When it arrives, we eat in my living room while we watch The Bourne Ultimatum on TV. It’s so normal, so comfortable, I have to keep reminding myself not to get used to this.
Later, I catch Desiree after she finishes with her check-in on Gio. I sneak up behind her and wrap one hand around her mouth, the other around her waist.
She screams into my palm.
“Time for your punishment, doll,” I growl in her ear as I drag her backward, out of the room.
Her feet scramble to keep up with my lead and I fill my nostrils with her scent. Her silky hair smells fresh and clean like apples, the ponytail slides across my neck as we move.
Once we’re in my room I stop an
