She'd been quiet since she'd woken from her nap, thoughtful as I'd fed her leftovers of our breakfast from my own fingers. She'd also been entirely loose in my arms. She'd given up control of her body in the basement and had forgotten to take it back again. No squirms, no objections to my feeding her, carrying her, bathing her. The satisfaction was thick and heady in my veins. There was no pretense to Sunny. What self-consciousness she possessed at her desires was gone now.
