I thought you said forever over and over
Liam was more than happy to continue to pamper Maea. Finishing with her back, he transferred his attention to her hair, carefully pouring water over her scalp to get it wet before beginning to lather shampoo. Using the same methodical, massaging circles he'd used to relieve any tension in her back, he focused on offering any comfort and relaxation that he could. In truth, he enjoyed it: it was something he could do, something he could offer, that he thought might ease her burdens somewhat. Even if he couldn't fix everything that had happened to her - or to himself, for that matter - this, at least, was something within his control.
Her words washed over him, and he smiled as he poured water over to rinse out the shampoo, then repeated the process with conditioner. This time, though, he used long strokes to finger-comb the product through her hair. "Definitely," he agreed, moving his hands out of the way as Maea shifted to lean back against him. He traced idle patterns on her arm as he went on. "Think there's enough room in the treehouse?" Because he rather thought that Maea's home meant more to her than his cottage did to him, and in the eventual future he would happily live wherever she wished.
Her words washed over him, and he smiled as he poured water over to rinse out the shampoo, then repeated the process with conditioner. This time, though, he used long strokes to finger-comb the product through her hair. "Definitely," he agreed, moving his hands out of the way as Maea shifted to lean back against him. He traced idle patterns on her arm as he went on. "Think there's enough room in the treehouse?" Because he rather thought that Maea's home meant more to her than his cottage did to him, and in the eventual future he would happily live wherever she wished.
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
Liam
