I’ve had the worst fucking week, and I come home ready to break something. Instead, I find you waiting for me in brand new lingerie, wrapped up like a present in the hopes of cheering me up. God, I love you. And tonight, I need you. Baby, you’re about to take every ounce of stress I couldn’t take out on anyone else. Run if you want. I’ll catch you. I’m going to spank you, eat you, pin you down, and breed you until this whole week is off my mind. And when it’s over, I’ll pull you onto my chest and keep you there. I couldn’t hide a single bad day from you if I tried, could I? You always know exactly what I need. I love you so fucking much, kitten.