Page 27 of Daddy's Damaged Little Girl

“I’ve got one of my shirts, Sweetheart.”

Her eyes popped open, and then she nodded. “I’ve got clothes at my place.”

He knelt by the tub. “I know. I just want you in my clothes right now. Is that okay?”

She nodded.

“Good. Let’s get the conditioner out of your hair and then get you out of the tub before you become a prune.”

She smiled.

He was happy about the smile, but he was working toward her being able to giggle again. He just knew it would be the sweetest sound.

He had her out of the tub and on a mat and reached for a towel to dry her. He took his time letting her get used to his hands on her. All his touches were more platonic than sexual because he didn’t want to overload her now.

After getting into his shirt, he sat her on a towel on the counter and pulled the hair-dryer from the cabinet.

“Is there something you spray in your hair before you dry it?” he asked.

“Sometimes, but I don’t do it every time,” she said.

“Okay. Let me comb it before I start to dry it.”

Sage glanced up at him. “I can do that.”

“I’m sure you can, but when I’m around, I want to take care of you.”

They stared into each other’s eyes before she nodded. For the next few minutes, he concentrated on her hair.

He let his fingers slide through the silky strands. “You have beautiful hair.”

“Thank you.”

He smiled at the blush that covered her face. When he thought it was dry enough, he put the dryer away and then set his hands on either side of her hips on the counter and leaned into her until their faces were a few inches from each other.

“I’m going to ask you something, and I want a truthful answer.”

She nodded.

“I want you close to me, so I want you to think about moving into this place and living with me.”

Her eyes widened. “But … we hardly know each other.”

“Baby, we’ll still be learning about each other in twenty years. We don’t have to have sex anytime soon, but I want you to get used to me touching you.”

“W-what if I can never have sex?” she stammered.

“I can guarantee you’ll get to the point of intimacy where you trust me enough.”

“How can you know?” she asked.

“Because every time I touch you, you burn with passion. Can you admit that you like my hands on you?”

He watched her think about it for a moment before she nodded.

“Yes, I do. I’m just afraid of going too fast and messing this up.”

He pressed his lips to her forehead. “That’s not going to happen. I’ve been looking for you for a long time. I can’t think of anything that could tear us apart. I won’t allow it.”

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