Reminders of her

Beatrix sat in front of the mirror as Rhys blew dry her hair. He moved the brush softly through her hair, his brows furrowed in concentration.

After they had finished bathing, they came back to his bathroom where he had offered to dry her hair for her. She was currently wearing his bathrobe. Beatrix didn't know if she should go back to her room for a night dress or sleep in the bathrobe.

Rhys combed her head and put it in a loose bun. Beatrix couldn't help but notice how good he was with this. It was like he had done it before.

He pressed a kiss on her hair, "How did I do? Do you like it?"

Beatrix's lips curled into a smile as she met Rhys' gaze in the mirror.

He raised his brows at her as he waited for her reply.

"I love it. Thank you."

He broke into a smile and nodded, "glad you like it." 

He pulled away from her and walked towards his wardrobe. 

She watched as he put on boxers, and removed his bathrobe.