After Amelia had spoken, she covered her forehead with a towel, letting it drape down to cover her entire face before she slowly sank into the water, nestling the back of her head against the edge of the bathtub.
The man didn't say anything, but his footsteps echoed back.
Amelia heard him turn on the showerhead, followed by a gentle stream of water falling on her hair. Then came his husky voice, "I haven't washed your hair in years, not sure if I've become rusty at it."
Her lips moved slightly under the towel, but she said nothing.
His movements were gentle, his rough fingertips clumsily massaging her scalp. It was soothing, and she unintentionally fell asleep.
It wasn't until the man softly called her name that she opened her eyes. The towel that had been on her face was now wrapped around her hair, and before her was the man's handsome face, his dark gaze fixed on her. "I've washed your hair. I'll wait outside. Call me when you're done."
