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“What?” she asked, when she caught me staring.
“You totally have sex hair.”
She raised her eyebrows. “And whose fault is that?”
I put my hand up. “Mine, definitely.”
She laughed as I threw some crackers on a plate and then added the rest of the little snack tray she’d brought earlier that I had luckily put in the fridge. We went back to the living room for a little while and ended up talking about underrated bands, our favorite sandwiches, how we’d both like to travel to Iceland, and the most overrated movie franchises.
We twisted our bodies together, cuddling as I watched the way her mouth moved when she spoke and the way her eyes lit up when she got passionate about something.
What a knockout.
I still couldn’t believe she was here with me, and I didn’t want to take any second for granted, so I kissed her and that led to us shedding our robes and going back to the bedroom for more fucking. Her sunburn limited us a bit, but there were so many other things we could do, and we took full advantage.
A few hours later, we were both completely drenched in sweat, so we headed for the shower.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not using that,” she said when I tried to hand her my shampoo to use.
“Why not?” I got really nice shampoo from her dad’s store. It didn’t have any chemicals or crap in it.
Esme held onto her hair with both hands, as if to protect it. “Because my hair is special and if I knew I was going to be staying over, I would have brought my stuff.” She didn’t even seem apologetic.
“Wow, rude. I’m insulted on behalf of my shampoo. It smells like coconut, see?” I opened the bottle and held it out to her and she winced away.
“No! Keep your inferior product away from my precious hair!” She couldn’t exactly run away from me, but she shrank to the farthest corner of the shower, putting her hands up as if to protect herself.
“Now if I was really a bitch, I could so easily pop this top and you would have no escape,” I said, shaking the bottle a little.
“Don’t you dare, Paige!”
“But lucky for you, I’m not a bitch, so.” I squeezed some shampoo into my hair and then put the bottle back on the shelf, turning my back to her.
“In that case,” she said, pressing herself up against me, “I think you deserve a little reward.”
I’d messed with her hair earlier, but this time she put her fingers in mine, massaging my scalp and working the shampoo through my roots.
“Oh, that feels really nice,” I said, closing my eyes and relaxing into her touch. I didn’t want to step under the spray and wash the shampoo out, but soon enough she grabbed the bottle of conditioner, making a face as she opened the top.
“I’m going to give you some of my stuff. It will change your hair.” I wasn’t paying attention to what she said as she worked the product through my hair.
“Mmmm,” I said.
“Does that mean yes?” she asked.
“Mmmmm,” I said again.
“I like that sound,” she said in my ear, pressing up against me again, pushing me until my front was up against the shower wall.
“I’d like to hear you make that sound again. And again.” She punctuated her words by sneaking her hand between my legs and stroking me.
“I can’t come again,” I said, pressing my hands against the shower wall, looking for something to hold onto.
“Not with that attitude you can’t,” she said with a little laugh. “You just need to believe in yourself, Paige. Believe in your… self…”
It didn’t seem possible, but with a few twists and thrusts of her fingers, she had me on the edge again and I was a shaking, whimpering mess, completely at her mercy.
“Good girl,” she said in my ear, and I wasn’t sure if it was her words or a particularly deft thrust, but I shattered against her and she held me as I rode through the storm she was responsible for creating.
