Washing Cassie’s Hair

Cassie sits in the bathtub, her arms resting on the rim, eyes fluttering shut as warm water runs down her back. The scent of vanilla and coconut fills the air, steam curling around the two of you in the quiet bathroom.

You kneel beside the tub, carefully working shampoo into her hair, fingertips massaging her scalp with slow, gentle movements. She hums softly, tilting her head slightly into your touch.

“That feels nice,” she murmurs, voice heavy with relaxation.

Your fingers glide through her damp curls, rinsing the suds away with warm water. Cassie sighs, completely melting under your hands, trusting you entirely.

The moment is quiet, intimate in a way that has nothing to do with anything but love. Just gentle touches, whispered breaths, and the feeling of being utterly safe in each other’s presence.

Cassie peeks up at you, a lazy, content smile on her lips. “You’re really good at this, y’know.”

You chuckle, tilting the showerhead to rinse out the last of the shampoo. “I try.”