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NORA
I’d never had a man offer to wash my hair for me. Sure, Jake did it from time to time (albeit a little reluctantly), but that was usually because he knew how much I liked it. Acts of service? That was the one way to steal my heart, and he knew it.
But this time around it was different. Liam had offered to wash my hair simply because I said I hadn’t been feeling up to it. What was I supposed to say to that?
Part of me felt guilty for nodding. For slipping off my shorts and hopping into the shower in nothing more than my underwear and a baggy tee above it.
Liam was dressed in shorts, his chest bare.
At the moment I said yes, this had seemed like a great idea, but now, I wasn’t so sure. Was this considered cheating? Was it too intimate for two people simply sharing a room?
My
