Chapter 14

Aubrey

Taking the shampoo bottle from his waiting hand, I muttered a small prayer as I stood behind him at the edge of the tub. He leaned into the edge patiently waiting for me to start as i swallowed, looking the brown mup of hair atop his head. A part of me always wondered how it may feel to run my hands through those strands mostly to rip them out of his scalp.

I poured the gel slowly onto his hair, and tenderly placed my hand on his head to rub in the soap. I slowly combed through his strands, distributing the soap and I almost choked at how soft his hair was.

A small hum of satisfaction left his lips as he laid back on the tub, and he closed his eyes, seeming to enjoy my washing.

I lost myself in the washing, and a gasp left my lips as his hand softly sat on mine that was in his hair.

He tangled his fingers through mine, and dug it deep into the hair.

I swallowed as he did that. If he could wash it himself, why did he need me to help him?

He pulled his hand out, and I fini