Leo washed and rinsed my hair before repeating with conditioner, and then he lathered his hands up with my body wash. Those hands started at my shoulders, massaging and kneading until they trailed down my back and over my arms. He turned me gently then, his eyes finding mine through the steam as he washed my hips, my thighs, and tenderly between my legs. And I didn’t hide. I didn’t pull away or fold my arms over myself or do anything to shield my body from his view. I felt safe with him.
