Rose stood behind Christopher, her eyes falling on his body, admiring his back and shoulders, ending in a svelte tapered waist. She could not help but marvel at how gorgeous he was. She felt an electrical sensation run through her fingers. This made Rose's face blush when Christopher's hand connected with hers as she reached for the bottle that contained his hair wash.
The liquid in the blue glass bottle was milky white and smelled of citrus and lavender. She poured some of it into her hands, rubbing them together, then gently massaging it into Christopher's wet, shiny black hair.
Rose looked down to see his closed eyes and listened to him hum at her. While he enjoyed the attention she took in caring for his body.
Once she finished scrubbing his hair. Rose picked up the pitcher from the washbasin and leaned over to whisper in his ear. Her delicate breath was cool against his skin.
