Six
WE WOKE A COUPLE OF hours later and he took me to the shower where he washed me from head to toe, dried me from head to toe, even my hair. While he gazed at me like he’d known my body all his life, like it was exactly how he’d imagined me to be, I noticed something deeper in his eyes, something sparse but there – vulnerability.
As he finished towelling me, I asked him, “Do you really like it curly?”
“I adore it,” he said, teasing his hands through my long waves.
He sat behind me on the bed, towels covering the duvet beneath our bottoms. His hands cupped my breasts and he kissed my neck, raising gooseflesh all over my body.
He loved me…
“Are you real?” I asked, such jubilation making me doubt this was actually, finally happening.
“Yes,” he said, “but you see me in a way nobody el
