Carina and I enjoyed the comfortable silence between us. She was sitting on the bathroom counter while I gently brushed out the knots from her matted hair.
I felt her eyes on me the whole time, but I made sure to keep my gaze on what I was doing so I didn’t unconsciously hurt her.
I just wanted to take care of.
To pamper her.
To bring out that soft side that I know she keeps buried deep behind all that sarcasm and filthy swears of hers.
After I brushed all of the knots out of her hair, I set her on her feet and helped her stripped out of her clothes.
“I can’t wait to take a shower.” She groaned, “I feel like I’ve been swimming around in the sewer.”
I smiled, before teasing her. “You smell like you’ve been swimming around in the sewer.”
She gasped in offense before smacking m
