Chapter 87 Aftercare

• Eleni
• The rising sun peeks through the heavy hotel curtain as I lean back into Dante’s hands in the massive bathtub. He smooths conditioner over my hair, the final step in our now usual aftercare routine. I sigh and continue picking up the pieces of myself that scatter when he takes me apart like that. Still, I always return to myself looser-limbed and more at ease than before.
• Dante drops a kiss on my soapy shoulder. “How are you doing, El?”