Chapter 39

I loved the feeling of his hands on me. The feeling of our skin to skin contact made me so happy in a way that no number of drugs or alcohol could ever compare to. He scrubbed my body with my vanilla and lavender soap, letting his hands linger over all of my sensitive spots and each time, my body would shiver. I don't know if it was the alcohol but every time he touched me, I felt as if all of my senses were heightened.
He told me to turn around and began washing my hair, really allowing his fingers to massage my scalp and I hummed my appreciation. There wasn't a lot of hair to wash anymore, which somehow made me sad because there was less time for him to wash it. Once he was done, I turned towards him, watching him now wash himself. I wanted to help him, but I was afraid too and too drunk to even wash myself. Instead, I let my hands stay on his hips and I would lean forward and his chest, or his shoulder, or his hand, each time watching him shiver in response.
I looked up at him, once he was done and he tries to smile at me, but it looks sad.