"Your hair… shall I assist you with it as well?" She asked, looking at the dark strands framing his face.
He smiled. "If you wish."
She didn't know why the thought of taking care of his hair intensified the fluttering in her stomach. She motioned for Rhain to sit at the dresser, and he already had a nice comb laid out. Standing behind him, she caught his reflection in the mirror. The sight was almost hypnotizing, but she forced herself to focus and picked up the comb.
The sensation of the cool, smooth comb in her hand anchored her, and she began to carefully run it through his hair. The strands were as soft as silk, slipping through her fingers like dark waves. The room was filled with a silence so intimate, she could hear the gentle rustling of the comb weaving through his hair.
