"Hunter! That tickles!" she giggles as I play with her soft breasts.I avoid her head, we are going to have to do something else for her hair, but right now, I focus on washing away all the scrapes and bruises clean.When I'm satisfied, I pat her down dry and grab one of my tees to throw over her. Yes, she has her own room, and she does have a pair of spare clothes in there, but I want her in mine. I see no reason to put more clothes on than this at the moment."Now, let's get you fed, sweetheart. I haven't eaten in hours, and I know it's been longer for you," I say lifting her once again and making my way down the stairs to the kitchen."What are you in the mood for?" I ask, placing he on the island stool."Something fast?" She blushes as her stomach grumbles."Got it. Mac & Cheese with a side of grilled chicken it is," I smirked, handing her a granola bar to munch on while I fix our dinner.I grab out the chicken breasts that I've had in my fridge and start up my George Foreman gril
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