From flushed cheeks to a calm heart, it only took a few days.
No matter how perfect a body was, seeing it too often really made me lose interest. To me, Byron had become just a big baby who couldn't take care of himself.
I squeezed a towel to wipe my face and hands, then climbed onto the bed, holding his hand to start tonight's stretching and massage.
Even though the air conditioning was on in the bedroom, I still worked up a light sweat.
Being a caregiver was definitely not an easy job. It felt like it had some weight-loss benefits.
I hopped off the bed, slipped on my slippers, and slowly made my way to the bathroom to wash up. To save a few steps, I had placed some of my pajamas in Byron's room.
This way, I wouldn't have to run back and forth between the two rooms. After telling hi
