Chapter 51 Tending

• Pulling that brush through them turned it into a sensual massage. The fine bristles rubbing against my scalp and loosening the tension that had gathered there.
• He makes even that erotic. I thought dully. Watching his slow precise movements in the looking glass. Seeing the intensity on his face as he continued to move in those slow, methodic motions.
• I saw in the looking glass that he tilted his head to watch the progress of the brush moving through the locks. Until reaching the bottom. Where he gave the slight knots a bit more attention.