over her head, careful to not let it get into her eyes. It took several minutes but he managed to get all of the dirt and blood loosened up and out of her hair. Then he grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some onto the top of her head and began gently began massaging her head, carefully avoiding the stitched up cut. She closed her eyes and couldn’t help but moan. “That feels really nice,” she whispered. He smiled at the look of complete contentment that was on her face. He liked that look. That look was beautiful. And the fact that he had put it there made it even better. He silently rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and then worked some of the tangles out with conditioner. As he rinsed that out he was surprised as he found himself dreading the end of their time in here. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying this very much. Her movements brought him out of his peaceful reverie. The bubbles were completely gone and she was fidgeting as she tried to cover herself. She was looking around for the drain to drain the bath, “How do I, ummm, how do I?” she mumbled as she searched around in the water.
“Here, allow me,” he said as he plunged his arm into the tub right next to her. His fingers brushed the side of her butt on their way to the hidden drain that lay in the bottom of the tub. She glanced at him when they did. He was avoiding eye contact, but she didn’t miss the small smile that was on his mouth and she couldn’t suppress the smile that sprang to her face as well.
She was just trying to figure out how she was going to possibly get out of the tub when he said, “Sit on the edge and carefully swing your legs around. I will keep my eyes closed and hand you a towel. You let me know when it’s wrapped around you and then I’ll carry you to the bed.”
She latched on to one key sentence, “You’ll keep your eyes closed?”
He grinned and held up two fingers, “Scouts honor.”
She smiled and nodded at him. As he turned away to grab a towel, she tried to force herself up onto the edge of the tub. It was a very deep bathtub and it was draining quickly so she was losing her buoyancy. It only took her a few seconds to realize what was happening. “Ummmm, I think I may have a problem,” she said.
Suddenly his left hand was right in front of her. “Here,” he said.
She looked up and smiled as she saw that he was covering his eyes with the towel that was held in his right hand. She grasped onto his hand and forearm with both of her hands and easily hoisted herself up onto the side of the tub. God, his arm didn’t even waiver. She couldn’t help but be impressed by his strength once again. She very slowly and gingerly helped her injured ankle over the side, then pulled her other leg out and swung around. “Okay, towel,” she said. Their fingertips brushed together as he handed her the towel, sending a jolt that coursed through her body and made her nipples stand up and take notice.
She wrapped the towel around her body as tightly as she could and tried to get it as far under her butt as possible, but as he reached for her after she said, “Okay, I’m ready,” she inhaled sharply as she felt the skin of his arm against the bare skin on the backs of her thighs.
He carried her and gently set her on the edge of the bed then he quickly straightened up and walked over to the dresser. After rummaging through the drawers, he settled on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants for her. As he walked over and handed them to her he said, “Sorry, this is all I’ve got. I don’t have many female visitors these days,” then he returned to the dresser, pulled out a pair of tight boxers for himself, then a dark shirt and a pair of khakis from the closet. As he walked towards the bathroom he smiled at her and said, “This will take me a minute or so. You should be safe to get dressed while I’m in here.”
He glanced at her once more as he closed the bathroom door. Only after the door was safely closed