"Mm-hmm," I agreed, reaching for the shampoo, then handing it to him. "That was sneaky, Saint." He flashed me a wicked grin and spun me around so that I was out of the water while he washed my hair. "No, that was positive reinforcement, Angel, replacing traumatic memories with stronger, fresher experiences of pleasure. And trust. And love." He kissed my shoulder. "It was Lucas's idea."
