Steam curled around the bathroom, fogging up the mirror, the scent of vanilla shampoo filling the air. You sat on the edge of the tub, head tilted back over the sink, warm water cascading through your curls as Rafe’s fingers worked through them.

You sighed, eyes fluttering shut. “Didn’t know you were a hairstylist, Cameron.”

Rafe chuckled, low and amused. “I’m full of surprises, Bunny.”

His fingers massaged your scalp, slow, deliberate, sending shivers down your spine. He was taking his time, working the conditioner through your curls, detangling with a patience you didn’t even know he had.

“You’re actually good at this,” you murmured, half-melting under his touch.

Rafe smirked. “You act like I don’t pay attention.”

Your eyes flickered open, meeting his in the reflection of the mirror. His gaze was soft, something rare, something he didn’t let most people see.

“You like me taking care of you, huh?” he mused, tilting your chin up so you were looking right at him.

You swallowed, heat curling in your stomach. “Maybe.”

Rafe leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “Then let me take real good care of you, Bunny.”

And just like that, his fingers weren’t just in your hair anymore