In fact, a moan might have slipped past my parted lips. “This feels too good; you’re going to make me drool.” Tamir chuckled. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so don’t expect miracles the first time.” He gathered the hair near my forehead and began to weave strands together, slowly working his way downward. “Braiding your hair at night will keep it from being unruly in the morning, and hopefully, it will also keep you from having headaches.” The juxtaposition of having this fierce, dangerous man caring for me in such a gentle manner warmed me from the inside out. I wasn’t used to being treated so tenderly. It was addicting. I wanted to latch on to the feeling and never let go. Each night, I got a dose of Tamir’s affection, and like a junkie, I looked forward to the time each evenin
