“Did you hear the plan?” he asks, opening the shower door and picking up a towel. It’s been on the towel warmer, so it’s nice and toasty when he opens it wide for me to walk into it.
“The exercise and murder one?” I ask, smirking as he begins to dry my body.
This is Princess treatment, friends.
“Well, we have to feed you all too,” Abbott says. Turning my body, he removes the plastic wrap on my skin and grabs another towel to dry my hair.
“Scrunch the water out or you’ll frizz her hair,” Shi tells him. “Also, use this, not the towel.”
Shiloh hands him the t-shirt he was wearing while Abbott begins to grumble.
“There are too many girl rules,” Abbott mutters. “Hair, skin, UTIs. How the fuck am I supposed to keep it straight? What will we do if we have two girls?!”
“You’ll figure it out,” Shi snorts.
He walks into the room to change, while Abbott continues to scrunch the water out of my hair.
“Girls aren’t hard,” I tease him. “It’s not as if you won’t have help figuring it all out.”
“I’m drying your hair,” Shiloh says, reentering the room.
“Oh my god, are you really?” I groan happily.
“Umm. I want to make her make that noise in a non sexual way,” Abbott says, pouting.
“Then watch and learn,” Shiloh says, plugging in my hair dryer. It’s a fancy blow out attachment one that makes it easierand less time consuming. “I’ll pin it up to help keep the blood out of it.”
Abbott watches for a while as Shiloh does my hair, disappearing into the bedroom at one point to get clothes for me.
“Front clip bra?” he asks, holding up two different bras.
“I think you’re pretty good at this girl thing,” I say, hiding a smile as I nod at the purple bra.
“No, I just know you,” he counters.
Getting on the floor, he helps me into my panties and pulls them up. Dropping the towel, I shrug as he stands and helps me into my bra as well.
The bruises aren’t as severe as I expect them to be on my face, but I suppose a lot of healing happened at the hospital. Now, I can cover any leftover yellow bruises with color correcting makeup.
The dress he bought me has buttons all the way up, so he has me thread my arms and then he buttons the linen dress. It buttons down to my knee, so it shows off a little leg.
“This hair dryer is a curler too?” Abbott asks, glancing at Shiloh’s hand.
“He switched the attachment out when you went to the closet,” I explain.
“I never noticed this. Damn,” Abbott murmurs.
“You notice plenty of other things,” I remind him.
Shiloh finishes my hair and runs his fingers through my hair to distribute out the curls before pulling it up in a claw clip. This way, my curls stay while keeping it out of the way.
“I packed changes of clothing and gave it to Henri already. He’s keeping it at the warehouse so we can change after our fun. There’s also plastic suits for our clothing. Technically, we may not need the packed items if we’re careful,” Shi explains.
“However, what’s the fun in that?” Abbott asks, making me laugh.
“This is true. Where are we going for lunch, and is that a good idea?” I ask.
“We’re going to the taco stand we like. Winter started taking an anti-nausea pill, and managed to keep her breakfast down so far,” Abbott says proudly. “If she can keep ahead of low blood sugar, that helps.”
