Valentine Teller looked at the tall and strong Mark Reed, unsure of where to begin.
Mark Reed originally planned to wash his hair at the salon, but the thought of her waiting at home made him eager to return.
Besides, if she washed it for him, it would surely feel different; he was looking forward to it.
"Lower your head, otherwise I can't wash it."
Valentine had already taken down the showerhead, holding it in her hand, contemplating how to wash the tall Mark Reed's hair.
This was indeed a daunting task.
Mark Reed stood by the bathtub and lowered his head. Valentine adjusted the water temperature and began washing, her fingers threading through his hair, stirring ripples in her heart.
His hair was thick and coarse, with a very solid texture.
Valentine's heart was beating faster and faster; she held her breath, afraid her heartbeat would reveal her secret.
