Take Care of Me

KACELA

I was so exhausted.  Between the incident with my brother, his burial, finding Emmett and the conversation with my mom, I was emotionally and physically drained.  I let Wyatt lead me down the stairs and into the jeep.

He parked at the hotel, and I just sat, staring off into space.  He came around to the passenger door and helped me out, gently taking my hand and handing the keys to the valet.  He led me in, and I blindly followed.

He didn’t stop, just went directly to our room, using the key to let us in.  I stood, obediently by the door while he shut it and secured it.  I saw that someone had placed our bags in the closet and turned down the bed of this opulent room.  I still didn’t move.

Wyatt looked me over and then led me to the bed, gently seating me on the edge.  He bent down, untying my sneakers and then removing them from my feet.  He rubbed each foot gently, working the tendons and kneading