Page 68 of Downpour

The aches and pains from falling asleep outside didn’t go away, but they did fade.

Far sooner than I wanted it to end, Brooke turned off the clippers and set them on the sink.

Her breasts pressed against the back of my head as she worked her fingers through the front of my hair to get it back where it needed to be.

“What do you think?” she asked, stepping back and laying her hands on my shoulders. I opened my eyes and caught her hopeful look in the mirror.

I had to admit, it wasn’t half bad. It was a hell of a lot better than the shaggy mess I had been rolling around with, and more preferable than a buzz cut. A shower and a little hair gel, and I’d look like the old me.

Something about that thought didn’t bring on the pang of acid exploding in my gut that I used to get whenever I thought about the man who existed before the accident.

“Not bad,” I said.

Brooke’s face lit up as she carefully peeled the towel away so hair didn’t fly all over the place. “Really?”

I caught her hip before she could walk out with the towel. “Thank you.”

Her grin was infectious. “If you had a sink with a sprayer, I’d wash it out for you. Getting your hair shampooed is, like, the best part of getting your hair done.”

I glanced at the shower and the handheld sprayer hanging from the cradle on the wall. The thought of her in the showerwith me made my cock spring to life, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to take advantage of her.

I could get in and out of the shower on my own, and she knew that.

But there we stood, crammed in the bathroom, with neither of us moving.

“Yeah,” I said as I swallowed. “Having someone else wash your hair feels good.”

She tipped her head to the side. “Is it hard for you to get your hair washed at a salon? You know, laying back with your head in the bowl?”

“Yeah.”

A soft smile lifted her lips. “I’ll wash your hair if you want. Everyone deserves to feel good.”

“I don’t want to take advantage of the situation.”

She dropped the towel into the sink. “You’re not taking advantage of me, Ray.” She smirked. “Besides. I can run faster than you.”

The laugh that ripped out of my chest was long and loud. I couldn’t remember the last time I had laughed like that.

Brooke smiled as she nudged my shoulder toward the shower. “Get in and leave your shorts on. I’m gonna change.”

I was sitting on the shower seat when she came back, and I nearly dropped my jaw. She had changed into a bikini top and a pair of athletic shorts.

God help me, Brooke was going to kill me.

“Ready?”

I kept my mouth shut and closed my eyes as she turned on the water and tested the temperature.

“Lean back against me so the water doesn’t run into your eyes.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice.

Her stomach was soft and warm against my shoulders. The swells of her breasts felt like pillows.

Closing my eyes, I exhaled slowly. “Is this alright?”

“Perfect,” she replied, dousing my hair and switching to the rain shower while grabbing my shampoo.

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