After we'd both been thoroughly cleaned, he lifted me out of the tub and wrapped me carefully in a large fluffy towel, then carried me back to the bedroom, where he sat me down on the edge of the bed. He grabbed the hair dryer and began carefully drying my hair section by section, running his fingers through it gently to work out any tangles.
When my hair was completely dry, he picked up a comb and began sectioning it off, and I watched in surprise as he started creating a French braid down the back of my head with practiced, experienced movements, like he'd done this a hundred times before.
"How do you know how to French braid?" I asked curiously because it seemed like such an unexpected skill for a man.
"I have a sister, remember?" He said with a fond smile, and his eyes went soft wit
