BurnSmithers

Chapter 2

As gently as I possibly could, I  hoisted him up. I felt weary cradling his delicate, aged frame in my arms.

Entering his room, I laid him down onto his king-sized bed, placing a light kiss on his temple before turning to leave.

"Smithers, could you come here?"

I turned on my heel and made my way back over to him.

"Yes, sir?"

"I want to try something with you."

He patted the vacant space next to him on the bed, but interrupted me as I started to climb up.

"Smithers? Could you, perhaps... Take off your clothes?" His voice was shaky and weak, but not in the way you'd expect. his wrinkled cheeks were dusted with a deep shade of crimson, and his forehead was lightly glazed with sweat.

That's when I lost it, I didn't care about the context. I began undressing myself in front of him.

I had been waiting for this moment for a long time.