Ryland
I was getting the dishes done after Gracie, and I had finished with dinner. Lola has called Gracie for something, so she was on the phone. I didn’t mind, though. I did say I would look after her tonight. I had made way too much food. There was enough for dinner tomorrow as well, better too much than not enough. I was lost in my world as I washed the dishes and only got pulled out of it when I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist and soft lips on my neck.
“Sorry I couldn’t help with the dishes, babe,” Gracie says.
“It is alright, my love, I got them,” I said, smiling over my shoulder at her.
“But you cooked, so I should have been doing the dishes,” she pouted.
I laughed as she pouted at me and turned around to face her immediately placing my hands on the curves
