He takes our plates over to a small table in the kitchen my dad and I use a lot. We don't like to sit at the large dining room table. It seems silly when it's just the two of us. Before I can sit down, Ford pulls the chair out for me. It's a simple act, but it's really sweet. He sits with me, and his enormous body barely fits into the chair.
"Why should I be careful what I wish for?" I ask. I'm unable to stop myself.
"Eat your food, sweet pea. You're going to need your energy later."
I pause with the fork halfway to my mouth. The tingling between my legs is back. "How long have you wanted me?" I ask, bringing the bite of food the rest of the way to my mouth.
"You don't want to know," He answers, and he attacks the steak like he's starving. I don't know why, but I love that he's enjoyin
