As soon as the water hit my scalp, I sighed in relief. The chemicals washed away, and already, my hair felt lighter, softer. But as I reach for the shampoo, the glass shower door flew open and a cold gust of wind blew in. A heratbeat later, Hunter’s tattooed hand shot out and grabbed it from me.
“What the f—” I started, spinning around, just as he tossed it aside onto the shower floor.
“You see, little monster. You have no idea what you’re doing,” he huffed incredulously. “You’re not supposed to use shampoo after coloring your hair.”
“Then how am I supposed to wash it, then?” I snorted, slapping a sticky strand of hair out of my face.
Hunter muttered under his breath, peeling off his leather jacket and tossing it on the bathroom floor. I barely had time to register what he was doing, b
