“You just need someone else to take care of you for a change.” Ben kissed me gently and I cried my agreement against his mouth, a wet little hum that I knew was probably more gross than sexy, but Ben didn’t complain. “That’s okay,” Ben murmured, unfazed by the tears. “That’s okay. I’m here. I’m here now, sweetheart.” He kissed me again. “I’ll take care of everything. So that you can rest.”
