Chapter 40 Thirty-nine

• “It’s fine,” I mutter with my eyes cast down, scrubbing my body harder than necessary.
• I feel his presence behind me but I don’t let up with the scrubbing until he grabs the loofah from me. A scowl settles on my face, I glare at him when he comes into view and sigh when a smile flits to his lips, he has a weird sense of humour, nothing about this is funny. He traces a line on my lower lip, goes up to my scalp and my hair cascades down.
• “I like your hair down,” he mutters as he runs his fingers through them.