“My mother is the only other person who has ever washed my hair,” I offered drowsily, the slip and slide of his fingers through my hair leaving me loose and relaxed. “It was so long ago. I took for granted how wonderful it feels.” “You were a child. Of course you took it for granted,” Samuel answered quietly. “I know why my mother washed my hair,” I said, brave behind my closed lids, “but why are you washing my hair, Samuel? I’ve washed a lot of people’s hair down at the shop. Not one of them has ever come back and offered to wash mine in return.” “I’m washing your hair for the same reason
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