It was much warmer. He wrapped me in a bath towel and carried me out of the bathroom, then helped me put on my pajamas on a chair and started wiping my hair with another towel.
The air was so quiet, no one intended to speak.
I closed my eyes and leaned against the chair, feeling tired.
"Don't sleep just yet. You can sleep after your hair is dried," he said, a lot less angrier than he was before.
I didn't say anything, just kept my eyes closed, taking a rest.
After a long time, he started blowing my hair with a hairdryer. This moment was so harmonious and beautiful, too beautiful to be true.
"Lacey!" Dylan said as the sound of the hairdryer stopped.
I opened my eyes and looked at him with my sleepy eyes.
He held me in his arms and said in a low voice, "Let's go downstairs together!"
