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"That's okay."
Pushing down on the top of his head forces him to slide deeper into the water. "Get your hair wet." I push his head down, but he braces his elbows on the side of the tub to resist.
"No."
Oh that's right. He's afraid of water.
Scooping warm water over his head with a cup will have to do. He doesn't tell me to stop, so I do it a few more times. The water seems to wake him up, and he rubs his face as he shakes it off. With his hair flat, he's starting to look more like my Foster.
He gazes up at me with his pretty fern-green eyes. "Mila," he pleads.
"Yes."
"You look like an angel."
I chuckle. "No, I don't." I've been traveling all day and my hair is a mess. My day-old makeup has faded and my clothes are wrinkled.
His arm snakes out and wraps around my back. He pulls me up and over until my shins hit the tub, and I'm forced to step in with him. My shoes slosh next to his ankles and my pants stick to my shins.
"What're you doing?"
He grunts and tugs me down to my knees, getting me wet up to my waist. One more push and my hands are on his chest. His body isn't as incredibly tight as it was before but that's okay. He's still gorgeous and he's more human now.
When his hand pulls my head to his wet chest, my ear squeaks. "You weren't here." His chest rumbles in his deep baritone.
"Yeah."
"It was dark."
"For me too." My heart squeezes. It was so dark without him.
I hold my tongue because I don't want to get into anything with him while he's drunk. It's going to be upsetting and right now he's calm and holding me like it's all forgiven.
He shakes his head side to side and mumbles, "This isn't us."
"No, it's not. But we'll get there."
After a few minutes, the tub is full so I turn off the water. His eyes are closed. His head is flopped to the side and his hands on my hips have fallen loose.
"C'mon. Let's get you to bed."
With a little help, he stumbles out of the tub and falls into the bed at an odd angle. He's out the second his head hits the mattress. He missed his pillow, and his shorts are wet, butthat's okay. He's safely in bed sleeping it off. The sea serpent on his back shines beneath the water drops.
With a towel around my wet clothes, I sneak out to my car to get my bags. After slipping into some PJs and turning on the heater, my exhausted body crashes beside him. A whisper of joy fills my heart. I didn't expect he'd be this messed up, but the empty hole he left behind feels patched up. Not healed, but patched. It was right for me to come here. He needed me.
"You free of your dad?" His deep voice slurs.
"I'll never be free of him," I whisper back.
Chapter 25 The Ribbon
Foster
I woke to a crushing headache and Mila face-down in my bed.
Standing up and fighting the nausea, I take in her sleeping form.
Her shirt has ridden above her waist and tiny black shorts are hugging her curvy ass.
