“I guess, I am done with blow-drying your hair, Babe,” Darmiel said while gently caressing Ameelah’s now dry hair. His large fingers moved with a lingering gentleness through her silky dark hair. He could smell the floral scent of her shampoo as it wafted gently through his nostril.
Ameelah got the blow hairdryer in his hand and nodded. “Thank you,” she muttered. She turned around slowly from her chair, and placed the blow dryer on the table. Her expression remained guarded, her beautiful features carefully retaining a cool detachment despite the obvious warmth of his gentle gesture.
Darmiel smiled and cupped her face, “I love you, Babe,” he said and was about to kiss her but Ameelah stopped him. She placed two slender fingers firmly against his lips, effectively halting his advance befo
