“Did you just wash your hair with the bar of soap?” I questioned. He looked up at me from where he was drying off his legs with a towel the size of my bed and nodded. “I usually use the shampoo and conditioner, but I think I heard my dad walk in and yell out my name and I don’t want him walking in here.” “Are you trying to hide me?” I asked, reaching for the shampoo. “No,” he said flatly. “But I am trying to prevent them from seeing you naked so…”
