His fingers gently worked the shampoo into your hair, each stroke deliberate and soft.

You could feel his concern and worry, knowing that your injury had been severe. Due to the two of you being former lovers, he had made the decision to take care of you temporarily, helping you out during your recovery period.

The water from the tub splashed quietly, dripping onto the tile floor in a steady rhythm as he continued to lather shampoo through your hair. He paused for a moment, asking softly,

"Is this alright, babe?"