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I popmy head into the bathroom and find Lacey in the tub. Bubbles cover her body, and her head rests against the porcelain. Her eyes are closed and her hair sits on the top of her head, and I smile at how relaxed she is.
I knock my knuckles against the door softly, not wanting to disturb her. One of her eyes opens, and she sits up when she sees me.
“Hey. There you are.”
“Hi. I was reading bedtime stories,” I say. “How’s your bath?”
“Incredible. I’m not leaving here tomorrow. This is my home now.”
“Might get a little cold, don’t you think?” I walk over to the tub and sit on the edge. I dip my fingers in the water and swirl the bubbles around. “Can I get you anything?”
“No.” She sighs and lifts her arm to me. Her hand touches my cheek, and I turn to kiss her palm. “It’s so peaceful in here. I need to wash my hair, but I’m too tired to move. The snowball fight today taught me I’m wildly out of shape, and you can’t be trusted when a trophy is involved.”
“I’m sorry.” I bend over and kiss her forehead. “You’re never going to forgive me for that, are you?”
“I will. Only because you gave me the best orgasm of my life minutes before.”
“The best of both worlds. Get comfortable. I’ll wash your hair for you.”
“What?” Water trails down her neck and catches in the hollow of her throat. “Have you ever washed someone’s hair before?”
“First time. Can’t be too hard, can it?”
“I’m sure you want to spend the last few hours of our time here with your family.”
“No.” I shake my head and pull down on her bottom lip with my thumb. “I want to spend it with you.”
Lacey lets out a breath, and I see her guard come down. She swallows and dips her chin, the smallest indication that she’s giving me control. I smile and kiss her softly before grabbing the shampoo bottle and the showerhead.
She adjusts her position, scooting down the slant of the tub and pulling her hair free from the scrunchie keeping it in place. Brown waves spill over her shoulders, and I turn the water on, checking the temperature before I bring it to her head.
We don’t speak as I wet her hair and squeeze shampoo into my hands. I rub my palms together and massage the strands until her scalp is covered in suds.
“That feels nice,” Lacey whispers. “Much better than when I do it.”
“Good.” I kiss her shoulder and press my thumb into her neck, working out the tension in her muscles. She melts into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed and her breathing slowing down.
Her throat bobs and she stays still while I rinse out the shampoo, making sure I lift the hair off her shoulders to get those pieces, too.
It’s the most intimate I’ve ever been with a woman. It feels more monumental than fucking her into a mattress for the first time, like there’s weight in the way I use the conditioner next and rinse that out, too.
Her arm loops around my neck and she brings me to her lips, kissing me as my shirt gets soaked and her wet hair tickles my ear. It’s tender and it’s sweet, and I realize she’s too far away and I have to be with her right this very second.
I break our contact and stand, pulling off my jeans and underwear. My shirt follows, and her eyes roam down my naked body, taking in every tattoo, every muscle and every line.
“Come here,” she says, reaching for me and practically pulling me into the tub.
I climb in and water sloshes over the sides. We barely fit, the basin just large enough for us to not be completely on top of each other, but I don’t care. I lean back and pull her toward me, her back against my chest as I hold her.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, because I’ve never heard Lacey this quiet.
“That I like being here with you.” She traces my knee, her fingers drawing designs on my skin. “That this moment is perfect.”
“It is, isn’t it?”
“Ten out of ten. No complaints.”
I chuckle and rub her shoulder, resting my chin in the crook of her neck. “My mom knows we’re not dating.”
