Carly
When Caden and I get back to the pack house, I follow him around like a puppy. I pull out his chair in the kitchen and start preparing a sandwich without him telling me to. Then, after he thanks me, I massage his sore shoulders. At first, he glances at me with suspicion in his gaze, but then I find his spot, and the pleasure makes him groan.
“Oh...right there...”
Feeling pleased with myself, I keep massaging him, and then, when we watch TV, I fluff up his pillow. I even fold his laundry while he is showering, and when he slides into the bathtub, I’m quick to follow. I sling my arms around his muscular neck and make love to his chest.
It makes Caden laugh. “Okay, while I think you’re being super cute, I must ask what the hell is going on. Why are you doing all these things for me?
