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“I know. But not tonight. After everything that happened . . . I have to look after you. For both of our sakes.”
Faith nodded. She could see that desire driving him. He needed this. And so did she.
“When you’re not touching me, or near me, I feel weird,” she told him. “Out of it. Like I’m not living in the here and now.”
“Then I’ll just have to keep touching you.” He grabbed one foot and put it up on his thigh.
Faith felt her cheeks heat. “What are you doing?”
“Shaving you.”
Oh God. Were her legs hairy? She frantically ran her hand over them. They didn’t feel that bad. But perhaps they did to him.
“Stop freaking out. This is just a part of me taking care of you.”
Reaching out of the shower, he grabbed a towel and patted her leg dry. Then he grabbed some shaving gel that must belong to him. Although when she glimpsed at it, she recognized a brand for women.
An expensive one.
What was that doing in his shower?
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“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Don’t you trust me?”
“That shaving gel . . . whose is it?”
“Yours,” he replied. “I bought it for you. I told you that I’ve never brought a woman to this apartment. Do you think I’d have another woman’s shaving gel in my bathroom?”
Okay, that was kind of a stupid thought.
“Sorry.”
He grunted and proceeded to coat her right leg in shaving gel. Then he started to slowly and carefully shave her leg.
He did it with far more precision and care than she ever did. But as the minutes ticked on, she saw the tension leave his shoulders.
This really was helping him.
That realization let her relax. She leaned into the wall as he took the shower head out of its holder and used it to wash off her leg.
After putting the shower head back, he lifted her other foot onto his other thigh. When she tried to drop the foot of the leg he’d already shaved, he placed it back and shook his head.
“I didn’t give you permission to move.”
He shaved her left leg. She sat there, feeling surprisingly empty, yet content.
It was a weird feeling.
Then he washed off that leg before placing both of her feet up on the bench so her pussy was fully exposed. He grabbed the towel again and patted her pussy down.
He picked up another bottle. Exfoliating scrub? Squirting some onto his fingers, he rubbed it over her pussy. “Don’t worry, it’s fragrance free and gentle.”
She hadn’t been worried, but it was sweet he’d thought of that.
Reuben concentrated on her bikini line then over all of her mound. She sucked in a breath.
“How . . . how did you know to do this?”
