Alpha crossed the room and took the zipper between his fingers. Slowly-so slowly it was almost torture-he pulled it up. His knuckles brushed her spine as he went, and he felt her shiver.
"There," he said, his voice still rough.
"Thank you." Annie turned back around and picked up the comb from the shopping bag. She started to run it through her damp hair, working out the tangles.
When she faced him again he held out his hand.
"Let me," Alpha said.
Annie looked up at him, surprised. "What?"
"Let me do it." Hands still outstretched. "Please."
Annie hesitated, then handed it to him.
Alpha guided her to sit on the dressing chair and he stood behind her, carefully running the comb through her hair. Brushing her long hair in slow, gentle strokes, eyes locked on hers in t
