“Did I help?” My heart cracked right open then. Right down the middle. I nearly kissed him. Nearly grabbed his sweet pink cheeks and tasted those lovely, chapped lips. “You did,” I promised, huskily. “You did so well, Robin. Thank you.” He lit up. Praise kink. Definitely a praise kink. And then, because I couldn’t help myself, and my mouth apparently had a mind of its own I added, “You’re such a good boy.”
