Page 52 of Prey

He stood in front of me, his back taking on most of the spray, his eyes focused intently on me.

As usual, I didn’t know what he was thinking just by looking at him, but I knew his cock was still hard, and it bobbed up and down between us.

I grabbed the shampoo bottle and squirted some in my hand. Lathering it up, I reached up for him. He tilted his head slightly toward me.

He did as I asked, and I rubbed the shampoo through the short strands of his hair.

He stood back to his full height and washed the shampoo away. He didn’t have a conditioner, so I grabbed the body wash next and squirted it in a clean cloth hanging from the hook.

He stood still and let me clean his body.

I ignored his cock and leaned down to clean his legs and feet, and when I stood up, there was almost a tenderness to his eyes that was really starting to mess me up.

I blinked, hoping the water from the shower would cover the fact that tears were forming in my eyes.

I didn’t stop him when he grabbed the cloth from my hand, and he helped me clean up.

“I can do that,” I said, trying to take it back. He held it away from me.

“Let me take care of you.”

I bit back the protest wanting to escape from the look in his eyes.

Knowing it was a losing battle, I didn’t bother to argue, and I let him gently clean me thoroughly.

I shivered when he ran the cloth over my pussy, cleaning up between the lips before pulling away.

He was about to clean my legs when I stopped him.

“I got this part.”

He nodded and watched me run the cloth up and down one leg, then the next. By the time I straightened, he had already lathered the shampoo on his hands, and he rubbed it through my long hair.

I winced a little, just thinking about how my hair would fare after two days of using no conditioner. I had bought a conditioner bottle but left it in the truck. He pulled me under the spray and washed off all the soap, and before I knew it, we were out.

Roman handed me a large towel and grabbed one for himself.

We toweled dry and were back in his bedroom in no time.

I grabbed two pairs of his sweats, one for me and one for him, along with a couple of t-shirts and a clean pair of panties for me.

I felt his eyes on me while we dressed.

I was done before him and collapsed onto the bed, Roman falling soon after.

I turned my head to take in his face.

A bruise was already forming around his jaw and near his cheek, and a slight swelling was overtaking his left eye.

I was sure he was going to look and feel worse tomorrow.

“My mom used to tend to me after my dad got into one of his rages and beat the shit out of Micah and me,” he said without looking at me.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t even move, afraid he might not say anymore if I did.

I lay there and listened to him.

Roman was always such an enigma. It was a rarity to learn anything new about him.

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