Alpha Brat
I close my eyes and just stand there, letting it pour over me.
My eyes fly open when fingers slip into my hair.
"Shh," he soothes, reaching for a bottle of shampoo. "I want to take care of you."
The evil bitch inside wants to tell him I can wash myself. I quiet her, I want him to care for me, I deserve comfort. I'm so tired, so overwhelmed, and his hands are so adoring as he works the shampoo into my hair. His fingers massage my scalp, working through the tangles, and it feels so good.
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