I took the box from her. “Let me.”
Miraculously, the two of us managed to squeeze into the bathroom. Amelia stood in front of the mirror while I carefully brushed her hair, starting at the ends and making my way up the length. Her eyes closed just like mine had, savoring the tenderness of the moment.
“It feels good to have someone else brush your hair,” she said softly. “You’re good at it.”
I set the brush in the sink and pressed my lips to her temple. “I’ll always do my best for you.”
Her lips turned up. “That’s why I’m trusting you to dye my hair.”
Amelia stood stock-still as I mixed the color and developer in the little bottle that came in the box, then donned the latex gloves I had pulled out of the first aid kit. I hated the disposable poly gloves that came in the hair dye box.
If we made it out of this, I’d have to come back to restock the place in case Cole ever had to use it.
I used pencils and pens to section her hair and secure it out of the way so I could work layer by layer. Her button nose wrinkled as the acrid scent poked and prodded at her senses. One by one, I let the sections of long blonde hair fall and carefully worked the color into the strands.
Once her whole head was covered, I scooped her hair up into a makeshift bun and used one of the plastic grocery bags as a shower cap.
“You know, it really seems like you’ve done this before.”
I smiled to myself. “A time or two.”
“When?” she asked with a laugh.
I winked as I opened the box of black dye I had picked out for myself. “Classified.” The process of dyeing my hair was much faster than Amelia’s since I had less than a centimeter of hair to cover. By the time I cleaned up the hair from my haircut and disposed of the boxes of color, gloves, and dye bottles, it was time to rinse it out.
I pulled off my clothes, then helped Amelia out of hers, careful not to mar them with dye.
“This isn’t as sexy as I thought showering with a man was supposed to be,” Amelia joked as the two of us crammed into the shower.
I stuck my head under the showerhead first, quickly rinsing the color out as her brows lifted.
“Wow.”
“Wow good or wow bad?”
Her eyes creased at the corners. “You look so different. Still like you, though. But different.”
I swept my hands over her water-speckled shoulders and swapped places with her. “Let me rinse your hair.”
“I can?—”
“Please,” I added.
Pale blue eyes lifted to mine. “Okay.”
While she stood under the spray, I worked my hands through her hair, massaging her scalp and working the color out.
Amelia’s eyes were closed as she leaned backward, her ass bumping against my dick. I was so hard it fucking ached, but I kept my cool.
“That feels so good,” she murmured as her spine connected with my torso.
I wrapped my arms around Amelia, holding her tightly against my body as her head tipped back onto my chest.
I smoothed one hand down her stomach to cup her pussy and slid the other across her breasts.
The hum that slipped from her lips was deliriously indecent. “Love your hands,” she murmured as I toyed with her nipples and clit. “Love the way they make me feel.”
Water sprayed on my face as I turned her toward me, then backed her up against the shower wall and slanted my mouth over hers. “Say it again,” I whispered.
