Feels Like Home

Avery

"Yes. Because you're exhausted and sore and you need rest." He released my wrist, taking the body wash from me. "Behave."

"Since when do I behave?"

"Fair point." He soaped up his hands again, then started washing my hair. His fingers massaged my scalp, working the shampoo through.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. It was intimate in a different way. Caring, gentle, and sweet.

He rinsed