“That’s what I asked for, isn’t it?” he says, gently guiding me to a table with a hand at my lower back. “Someone I could spoil?” That is true, and it’s one of the reasons I chose him. I wanted to feel cared for in whatever relationship I have. “Yes, you did,” I admit. “Then that’s what I’m going to do,” he says firmly. “For as long as you’ll let me.”
