They entered the house and he ran his hand through his damp hair, his brow furrowed. "I should probably go change..."
He changed out of his soaked clothes, pulling on a dry, short sleeved t-shirt, running his hand through his hair nervously.
She took his and and led him to the bedroom, sitting him on the edge. She took the towel, her head cocked. "We can stop whenever you'd like."
She kissed his forehead before taking the towel and gently drying his hair, watching him carefully and keeping it out of his face.
He frowned the first few moments and kept still, his hands folded between his legs. As time went on, however, his body relaxed and he closed his eyes, his face becoming peaceful.
She smiled slightly, noticing his expression. She continued to dry his hair, using her other hand to run through it.
His hair was surprisingly soft beneath her fingers, the blonde strands still damp. He opened one eye to look at her, giving her a small grin “This is lovely.”
