"Alright," he responds, that smile still playing across his lips. He continues to massage the shampoo into her scalp and work it down through her hair.

He's experiencing the same sort of inexplicable equal parts racy and intimate. It's sexy, but something so loving and close about it. He's never actually washed someone's hair besides his own.

Yeah, if she presses herself against him anymore, he's likely to abandon this job of washing her hair in favor of making love to her. Those soft touches up and down his spine are distracting in the best sort of way. "Yeah. I suspect mine will be easier to do," he jokes.