......
Yet, he didn't.
He did not do anything out of line, he just helped her clean every inch of her body.
His actions were so gentle, as if he was handling a piece of treasure.
Celeste thought he wouldn't be able to control himself and would have done something, but in the end, he still didn't.
He bathed her and wrapped her with a towel. Then, he carried her to the bed and wrapped her with the quilt.
He then went to get a hairdryer and dried her long hair.
His long fingers brushed through her long hair gently and slowly.
Every movement was full of tenderness.
The sound of the hairdryer continued on.
Until her hair had all dried up, he turned off the hairdryer and put it away.
Then, he sat in front of her and looked at her with his gentle eyes.
Celeste also looked back at him, their eyes met.
Celeste saw that his eyes were red, and she was moved. So much he had to say, yet it was all hidden in his deep gaze, full of redness.
She thought that he would kiss her.