The way he draped my head gingerly with the fluffy and scented towel.
The way his strong but gentle grip grabbed my wrist and led me to the edge of his King-sized bed.
The way he knelt in front of me and his wonderful emeralds gleamed under the warm yellow light above.
The way his masculine fingers that are commonly used in combats, graciously swept my stray blue-black strands behind my ear.
The way he moved onto the bed, facing my back and slowly drying my overly wet hair with care. I could feel the heat emitting from his lean but muscular physique, enough to remove the chillness caused by my hair.
It was a weird sensation that was nice and familiar as of late. I felt awkward but not at the same time. To top it off, there's this burning desire that I have been trying so hard to resist. One that kept on wanting to hold his hands and gazed into his eyes. What is the purpose and why, I still don't have a clear picture.
