Zane looked at the obedient Natalie for a long time, unsure if she had really listened to what he just said, until he got up after noticing her wet hair on her shoulders.
"Dry your hair first."
Natalie got up and sat at the dressing table, waiting for Zane to fetch the hairdryer to dry her hair. Her hair was long, and within that short period, her bathrobe had gotten half wet down her back.
Zane plugged in the hairdryer.
"Go change your clothes first; it's uncomfortable like this."
For once, Natalie didn't heed his words. Instead, she insisted that Zane finish drying her hair before she changed. The man raised an eyebrow, puzzled by her persistence but went along with her.
Seeing Natalie make that gesture at the mountaintop, it was impossible not to be moved. The previous worries overshadowed the feeling of being touched, but now with her sitting quietly by his side, he could smell the milky scent mixed with her body wash, amplifying that feeling of being touched infinitely.
