you wrap a towel around your body and get out of the shower

this is your least favourite part of the routine, getting all the knots out

sitting on the bed, you roughly pull at your hair with the brush

you’re working on your hair when your fake mafia husband walks in the room

“Why are you doing that to your hair?” his brows furrow at the sight

“I need to get the knots out,” you shrug

he reaches the bed in two steps, and grabs your hips

“Wha-“ you shriek when he puts you on his lap

he takes the brush from you, and slowly brushes your hair, treating it like glass