Killian hesitated for a moment. Then, he cupped his hands and gathered some water in them. He lifted them together, his brow crinkled with concentration, and then gingerly let the water dribble from his hands onto my hair. “You don’t have to dunk down if you’re afraid,” he told me, repeating the motion. “I can help you get your hair wet first.”
HE’S SO PRECIOUS OH MY GOD
