Chapter 51
- LAINE
- He towels me dry and helps me into my knickers and nightdress. My socks, too. He gets me a glass of warm milk and takes me through to the sitting room, pats his knee as he lowers himself into an armchair, and I join him, my ass pressing into his lap as his arms wrap me up and hold me tight.
- His lips press to my shoulder. “You smell so clean, Laine. Sweet, like cherries.”