When Carrie and Drew were in the shower, she became completely engrossed in what Drew was doing to her body and how it felt. So much so that she had not noticed that they had moved under the flowing shower until after he had finished what he was doing. By then, it was too late. Carrie’s curly hair was completely soaked. She had given up and washed it, using extra conditioner in hopes of controlling the impending disaster of her out-of-control curls.
“My hair is going to be huge,” Carrie sighed as she adjusted individual curls in the mirror. “I hope you are ready to see how big my hair gets without copious amounts of styling products and hours to tame it.”
Drew slid his arms around her waist as he pressed against her back. He leaned in, kissed her neck, and said, “I love your curls.” He g
