Chapter 67

The water was perfectly tempered. His touch was vigorous and yet his hands were gentle. I enjoyed the proximity of his body. He was massaging my scalp, giving me some serious chills.

“Is the water too cold?”

“No. I’m just really enjoying this.”

“Good then.” He rubbed my temples for a long time, and then my ears. Finally, he rinsed my hair. “Okay, you can sit up.”

When I was ready, settled into the chair, I watched him meticulously take out his different scissors. I realized how similar our jobs were. We were both on our feet all day, used sharp instruments, and at the end of the day, if we fucked up, someone left our business very unhappy.

“So, you’ve always had your hair long?” Myles was running his thin comb through my hair. “Guess you’re like Samson, huh?”

“I shaved it all off once. When I was in a spiritual retreat in Norway.”

“Oh, right…That was when you and Derek were broken up.”

I hated to remember those miserable months. “Yeah, back when I fucked everything up.”