Chapter 20
“What’s so funny?”
“Did you ever watch the kids’ TV show Blue Peter?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You remember whenever they bathed one of the programme’s pet dogs, they always made such a play of testing the temperature of the water with an elbow. Something about that part of the body being more sensitive to heat.”
“Oh, yeah, I remember now.” He began to chuckle too.
I undressed him, put the bags on his hands, taped them up and helped him into the tub. I knew I’d never tire of looking at his gorgeous—if slightly battered—body.
“I’ll put more witch hazel on your bruises when we’re done.”
“Thanks, I didn’t seem to hurt as much after the last lot.”
“Good. Want me to wash your hair while you’re in here?”
“Please.”
I wet his hair and applied some of the apple-scented shampoo I’d been given for my last birthday. I got a bit turned on at the sensations I felt while running my fingers through Mark’s curls.
“That smells nice,” he said.