Page 57 of Falling for my Best Friend

“And yet somehow, they always manage.” I slipped my fingers around to the back of his head, dragging my nails up and down.

“Does anyone come in just for this?”

“You mean just to get their hair washed?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’m not aware of that ever happening.”

“I have to be honest. I’m second guessing my whole approach now.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, massaging his hairline.

“Well, I was going to ask you to cut a decent amount off, but now I’m thinking I’ll just ask for half a trim.”

“Half a trim?”

“Yeah, that way I can come in next week and do this again.”

I shook my head. No one had ever made such a big fuss about getting shampooed. Granted, I was putting in a little more effort because it was Aiden, but a wash was a wash. “I’ll cut your hair however you want, and I’d be happy to do this for you anytime.”

“Seriously?”

“Sure.”

“Cause this is better than Christmas, Lucy.”

I rolled my eyes. “I mean, it will have to be our little secret. I don’t want you showing up with the whole rugby team so I have to wash two dozen sweaty heads, but I don’t mind doing it for you.”

“I might have to take you up on that. This is officially my new favorite way to unwind.”

I rinsed the conditioner out of his hair slowly, taking my time. I don’t know what it was, but there was something comforting about having my hands on him, about having an excuse to touch him without it being weird.

“Oh no. It’s over, isn’t it?”

“Only until next time,” I said, lowering a towel under his head and nudging him upright again.

I stepped in front of him and gave his head a thorough towel dry while he looked down at the floor.

When I pulled the towel away from his mess of wet hair, he looked up at me smiling.

And I felt my stomach drop to the floor.

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