Araceli.I swallowed slowly, my chest tightening because it suddenly felt like I had asked the wrong question… something I wasn’t supposed to ask. The water rinsed down my body, washing away the foam as he stepped back, his eyes trailing over me again, slow and quiet, like he was thinking about something I couldn’t see.My eyes blinked repeatedly as water dripped down my lashes, my toes curling and scratching lightly against the tiled floor, nervousness creeping into my skin as I tried to figure out what was going on in his head.He stepped closer again, his arm reaching past me, but I was too focused on his face—on that tight jaw—to even notice where he got the shampoo from. The scent reached me first—coconut and vanilla, soft and sweet, so different from him—and before I could even process it, he was already pouring it into his palm and working it into my hair.His fingers moved slowly, scratching gently against my scalp, careful, almost soothing, and my eyes fluttered shut as a sof
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