“I think your hair has been properly conditioned by now,” she said, and I turned around to face her, completely boneless.
“That was mean,” I said.
“Sorry not sorry,” she said, kissing me.
* * *
It was obscenely lateby the time we made it out of the shower, and we were both exhausted, so I didn’t even ask if Esme wanted to stay the night. I just handed her a tank and some shorts and turned down the bed. The pillows we’d used to prop ourselves up were going to need to be washed, but I’d handle that at another time. For now, they all lay on the floor together. Casualties sacrificed in the name of fucking.
“Thanks,” Esme said as she put on my clothes. It was strange seeing her wearing something of mine.
“You’re welcome. You can wear anything of mine you want,” I said.
She stepped closer to me.
“I don’t mean just for the clothes. For tonight. And today.” She kissed me so softly that I almost melted into the floor.
“You’re welcome,” I said, when she pulled back. “You’re welcome for everything.”