POV: Laura

He wouldn’t stop carrying me around, even when we finally got home. He carried me out of the car in his arms, taking me into the house and up the stairs without putting me down for even one second. Each time I complained, he shut me up with a kiss, making it hard for me to say a damn word to refute his actions. He gave me a cold bath and nursed me for the rest of the day, feeding and caring for me until I started feeling better. He gave me some drugs to take, claiming it would get rid of the coke in my system and...