Once Lorenzo had tucked Bryan to sleep in the room that used to be his whenever he visited for the holidays, he carried Ashley upstairs and bathed her before doing the same for himself.
"You realize I'm quite a bit older than Bryan, right?" Ashley asked with a small smile, amused as Lorenzo brought her nightgown after they stepped out of the bathroom.
He'd been treating her like a three-year-old since they got home: feeding her, bathing her, carrying her around. The only thing he hadn't done was breathe for her.
Not that she was complaining. She loved every bit of it. But he looked exhausted, and he wouldn't let her lift a finger for him.
Lorenzo chuckled, but her words didn't stop him from slipping the gown over her head. "You're my baby, remember?"
He pinched her cheek lightly, making her blush.
"You know," she teased softly, her voice dipped in sensual mischief, "if you really wanted to warm me up, there are quicker ways than dressing me."
