Billie Bob Jones
"You all set?" I asked Benedito as I walked into the bedroom.
He was laid out on the bed on his stomach, dressed in black shorts and a matching vest that showed off his tattoos. His hair was up in a messy bun. He had his face buried in a pillow but lifted his head up to look at me, "Yes."
I smiled softly as I sat down next to him and massaged his shoulders gently, "If you're tired you don't have to come."
"No I want to come, I just need a moment," he sighed.
"Do you want me to make you a caramel cinnamon latte?" I teasingly smiled which most definitely caught his attend. He eagerly nodded and I turned around so he could climb onto my back. The man weighed a tonne but it was worth suffering for a few moments if it made him happy.
