Thirty-nine

"It’s fine," I mutter with my eyes cast down, scrubbing my body harder than necessary.

I feel his presence behind me but I don’t let up with the scrubbing until he grabs the loofah from me. A scowl settles on my face, I glare at him when he comes into view and sigh when a smile flits to his lips, he has a weird sense of humour, nothing about this is funny. He traces a line on my lower lip, goes up to my scalp and my hair cascades down.

"I like your hair down," he mutters as he runs his fingers through them.

Twirling a strand of hair around my finger, I look away from him and say, "I know."

He hooks a finger under my jaw and my breath catches in my throat when our eyes meet. "I don’t enjoy causing you pain." I gulp, unable to speak. "But you keep disobeying me, why?" He takes a deep breath and lets go of my chin. "Your water is getting cold."

"Brandon," I call out to him when he makes for the door, he spins and cocks his head.