Page 41 of Tell Me Lies

Her words pull me from whatever bliss she just put me into minutes before.

“That isn’t what I asked.”

She’s hesitant to respond for a moment before, finally, she exhales. “Well, he’ll probably take her into the shower to clean her up. Something sweet, not spicy.” She pauses, her eyes widening just a fraction. “Just to, you know … even things out. But don’t worry; that doesn’t need to happen with us. We are not the couple in my book.”

I stand, pulling my dick from her body, but keeping her in my arms as I head toward my bedroom.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she says, baffled, as I push my door open.

“Cleaning you up,” I tell her. “Oh, but unlike your scenario, I’m going to wash your hair too. You know, really drive home that sweet aspect.” I wink as I head toward the bathroom.

Setting her down on the sink, I reach into the shower and turn it on.

“Wait right here,” I tell her before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist.

Walking out of my room, I start toward her bathroom. When I get inside, I grab her shampoo, conditioner, and body wash before heading back to her.

I half expect to meet her, beelining it toward her room, but when I don’t, I’m thankful.

I get back inside my bathroom, closing the door behind me.

“Logan,” she whispers, gazing up at me. Her brown hair is now a tangled mess from our shenanigans, and her eyes are sleepy from her coming so many times. “You don’t have to do this.”

“No, I don’t.” I reach inside, checking that it’s the right temperature before lifting her again and bringing her in with me. “Lucky for you, I want to. Because if I’m the inspo behind this character, I’m damn sure going to do it right.”

As I grab the body wash, she stops me, reaching for the shampoo. “I usually do this first.” As soon as the words leave her lips, she looks frustrated with herself. “I’m sorry. You’re trying to be nice, and here I am, being a control freak. Again.”

I take the shampoo from her hand and squirt some into my palm before spinning her so that her back is to me. “Don’t ever apologize, Boston,” I murmur into her ear. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

She does like to be in control. And she’s tidy, almost to the point of being OCD. As ashamed as she seems about it, I can’t help but wonder if her ex made her feel bad about it or something. Either way, I’m not going to pry because it isn’t really my place.

I take the bottom of her hair, edging her backward until she’s directly under the spray. Once her hair is wet enough, I work the shampoo into it.

“Coconut,” I say, thinking out loud. “Smells just like you always do.”

“I’ve used the same shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and lotion for eight years.” She sounds like she’s admitting it rather than just telling me. “Deodorant too. I just like things to be … well …”

“The same?” I guess.

Her shoulders sag the tiniest bit, and she nods. “Yeah. I know; it’s dumb and just another thing I have to be in control of. But I like the smell of coconut. And besides, other things irritate my body.”

“Why do you feel like you need to explain that to me?” I finish rinsing her hair before reaching for the conditioner andrepeating the process. “You don’t need to. We all have a way we like to do things. It’s nothing to feel ashamed about.”

The water sprays on her hair and down her back, making her body look so fucking beautiful. Her ass is so close to my cock, that it can’t help but to twitch. I move on to the body wash, turning her toward me. I get my hands nice and soapy before working them over her perfect teardrop tits. Then, I glide my hand between her legs to clean up after myself from earlier. It’s not sexual, but more of me trying to be nice.

Her lashes are soaked as she gazes up at me. “Because for years, I was told that being as much of a control freak and type A as I am … was annoying. And after a while, it got into my head.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m not like this with my writing process. With that, I just sort of … let go. But with day-to-day life … I don’t know … I guess I just like things in a certain order. It keeps me sane. My ex didn’t love that side of me.”

“He sounds like a complete douche. So, I’d say he did you a favor when he left,” I murmur, swiping my thumb over her cheek. “Never change who you are for someone else, Boston. You hear me?”

As the corners of her lips turn up the slightest bit, she nods. But then she looks curious. “How did you know he left me?”

“Poppy,” I admit, not wanting to lie. “Don’t worry; she didn’t give me the details or anything.”

Her lips pinch together, and she looks nervous. “What else did she tell you about me?”

“Not a lot. Just that you were a good person. That you had something pretty traumatic happen a few years ago and that your fiancé took the coward’s way out.” I dip my head closer to hers, raising my eyebrows. “And I stand by what I said. Fucker did you a favor.”

Her eyes stare up at me as if she doesn’t believe what I’m saying. But finally, she gives me the smallest bob of her head. “Thank you, Logan.”

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