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Still no answer. I sigh and let him sleep.

16

Zayn

“What time is it?”I stretch and prise my eyes open.

Leila answers from across the apartment. “Nearly one o’clock.”

“Fuck. You should have woken me.” I sit upright and fling my legs over the side of the mattress. “We have a briefing at two.”

“What briefing? You never told me.”

It’s true, I didn’t. And telepathy is not among her many talents. “Sorry, but it’s fine. It’s only downstairs. I need a shower…” I pad across the carpet towards the wet room but detour to drop a swift kiss on her mouth. “Care to join me?”

“You need your back washing?”

“Not my first choice of where to rub the soap, but if that’s what’s on offer?” I lean over to look at what she was doing seated at the table surrounded by piles of notes. “Cramming for that exam?”

“Yeah. It just seems to go in one side and out the other.”

“How long have you been at it?”

“Hours. I just think I need?—”

“A break. Shower. Now. That’s an order.”

She takes my hand and trails after me to the wet room. She was only wearing a knee-length robe and drops it outside the door.

“I don’t want to get it wet.”

“Excellent plan. It pays to be cautious.” I tug her inside and hit the switch to set the hot water streaming over the pair of us.

I grab the shampoo and dump a handful of it on her head, then start to massage it into the long locks.

“I can do that.”

“So can I. Keep still.”

A few moments pass, then, “This reminds me of when I was little. My mum used to wash my hair then.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, mostly. Unless the soap got in my eyes.”

“I’ll be careful. Tip your head this way.” I suspect it’s been a long time since anyone actually looked after her. I find it’s just what I want to do.

I finish washing her hair, then direct the spray over her head to rinse it. She smiles up at me. “My turn.”

I relinquish the spray but do my own shampooing while she smooths body wash all over her torso.

“Your breasts need more attention,” I suggest. “Let me help.”

I take infinite care and plenty of time to thoroughly wash her gorgeous body. I swear, I hear her purring. Maybe we just have enough time to?—

“Fuck!” The expletive is out almost before her knees hit the glistening white floor tiles.

She gazes up at me, her expressive dark eyes mischievous. “Maybe later. For now… I’ve been wanting to do this for over two years.”

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