Chapter 1097 The Lost Cunty Girl:>Ep33

Mark waited for me to finish my breakfast, but he had that look in his eye, the one that told me he needed a little time with me, so I made haste; Mark isn't normally demanding or possessive of my time; as long as I'm nearby, within earshot or touching distance he's at ease and calm in himself; he knows I have a house to mind and two little ones to care for, but occasionally I pick up on his need for a little cuddling time too, especially after he's had to spend time away from us at the Bristol office, and now was one of those times. "Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable, Lost Boy?" I asked him softly, and he nodded gratefully, so I took his hand and led him back up to the bedroom; if we were going to pillow-talk, I damn well wanted some pillows to do it on.