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“Just in case I found myself needing to shower in here?”

He drags the extra shampoo through the ends of my hair before leaning my head back beneath the water. “Exactly. And right now, I’m glad I snooped.”

“You’re good at washing hair.”

He finishes rinsing the soap out and drops down to squirt conditioner into his palm. When his fingers start brushing through the knots in my hair, he’s incredibly gentle, making sure not to yank on any.

“I’ll do it whenever you want,” he murmurs.

“Do I get to wash yours?”

“Go for it, Bandit.”

While my conditioner sits in my hair, I search for his shampoo and blow out an impressed breath when I see two separate bottles.

“No two-in-one?” I tease.

“My mom would have a stroke if she heard you ask me that. She made sure both me and my brother used proper shampooand body wash. I’ve used conditioner too. I’d bet Oliver uses three-in-one now, though, that grumpy shit.”

I squirt some of the blue gel into my hands and lather it before gesturing for him to come out of the water. Leaning on my toes, I start scrubbing his head.

“You keep getting better and better.”

“If all it took for you to say that was explaining my hygiene routine, I’d have shown you my shower weeks ago.”

My mouth quirks as I lean him back into the water and rinse the soap out. He beats me to the bottle of body wash and uses it on me first, spending extra time on my chest.

“I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself to these yet,” he defends himself while I stand beneath the water.

“Oh, my apologies.”

He beams up at me and pops a nipple into his mouth before retreating. “You taste like my body wash.”

“Yum,” I deadpan.

“Fuck, I’m so into you, Blakely. Keep saying stuff like that and I’m going to keep you.”

It sounds perfect. But I refuse to get my hopes up.

We finish up in the shower, and Jamie uses his towel to bundle me up before sneaking out to grab another. When he returns, there’s a towel around his waist and my hairbrush and moisturizer in his hands.

“Am I moving in?” I ask before thinking.

He blinks in surprise. “Do you want to?”

“That’s not what I meant. I just blurted something out. I’m already in your house?—”

With a soft kiss, he shuts me up. I let my eyes close and kiss him back, breathing in the manly body wash that lingers on both of us.

“Sleep here tonight and decide tomorrow if you want to move in. I want you here, just so you know,” he says.

And that’s that.

I already know this will be where I stay from tonight until the day I’m forced to leave.

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BLAKELY

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