Page 27 of Forever Mine
Bending my legs, I situate him between them.
“Lavender?” he asks.
I added lavender-scented bath salts to the water along with some rose petals.
“Yep.”
He reclines back with a sigh. “I would have loved the blow job, but this is really nice, too.”
“Brat.”
I flick water at him, and he chuckles. He’s laughed more in the last fifteen minutes than he has all week.
Kissing the top of his head, I tell him, “Close your eyes.”
His arms are two limp noodles when I lift them to prop on top of my knees.
He tips his face, peering at me upside-down. “Thank you for this. I love you so much.”
Will never get tired of hearing that. I soak it in like parched earth after it rains.
“Love you more, sweetheart.”
Grabbing a small bottle of liquid soap from the tray that sits on the lip of the tub, I pour some into my hand. A sharp explosion of citrus hits my nose when I lather it into his hair.
“Oh, my god,” he moans, going boneless when I massage the shampoo into his scalp.
“Good?”
Air whooshes out with a breathy, “Amazing.”
I play with the suds, making foamy peaks and faux mohawks as I wash his hair.
“Going to rinse it out. Keep your eyes closed.”
Taking the cup I put on the tray, I scoop up bath water and repeat the process until all the suds are gone. Finger-combing a hefty dollop of deep conditioner into his hair, I let it sit for a few minutes. The argan oil helps tame the frizz caused by the humidity.
“How was your day?” I ask.
“Good. How was practice?”
I cup a handful of frothy bubbles, and he blows them away like dandelion fluff.
“Coach showed up with his Stalker II radar gun. Aadesh made this amazing shot. One-hundred and thirty-six kilometers per hour. Puts him in the top fifteen fastest kicks ever. It was amazing. We went berserk.”
“You should have stayed with them to celebrate.”
Dipping my fingers into the water, I watch the droplets drip from my fingertips and trickle through his chest hair.
“I’m exactly where I need to be.”
Reaching over to retrieve the washcloth I left out, I dunk it into the bath before adding soap.
“This or That.”
It’s a game I used to play with Liz, Jay, and Ry when we were kids, and one Elijah and I played in high school when we would cuddle in bed.
Another laugh. That makes six, I think.
