ELENA
There was too much and neither of us had found the right door into a conversation after leaving the estate.
But Nicholas held my hand on the seat between us and looked out the window. I looked out mine and the city came back to us gradually.
The bridge, then the expressway, then the familiar streets.
He went inside when we got back.
I didn't ask him to. He simply didn't let go of my hand at the door and I didn't pull away because I like the warmth of his hand on mine.
The townhouse was warm.
"I'm going to take a quick shower, okay?"
He nodded.
I went upstairs and turned the shower on.
What I did not expect is that he would follow me.
He washed my hair.
I don't know how it happened. I had the shampoo and then his hands were there instead, working through my hair.
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