His strength

He gripped the bottle in his hands, took two steps before Kamala called out to get the conditioner as well. With irritation clear and evident on his face, he turned back around seizing the other bottle before returning.

Kamala slowly washed her hair under the stream of water before she splashed the load of bubbles onto Alister's head, deciding to clean his locks as well as hers.

Alister could not complain. The sight of Kamala, unclothed, running her fingers through his hair was not an image he would ever want to miss.

He gripped her waist tighter in his arms as he pulled her into his hold.

He loved her.

He loved her too damn for much for this world.

She didn't know it yet, but he had been planning a house for the two of them for the last month.

She deserved so much better than staying in the house she had been assaulted and humiliated in and then being forced to call it home.

He was going to make sure she gets everything she needs, even if she doesn't want it.