Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother
Chapter 95

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“As much as I would like to make sure you never meet or speak to another male ever a

again, I know that isn’t a realistic option. Besides, I trust the guards you have. Plus, in your case, Iprefer that your security detail IS obvious. People will think twice about attacking you when youobviously have a bodyguard following you around.” He seems weirdly smug about that.

“Yeah… right. You’re just happy that I’m putting up with the guard stuff. Although after what happenedtonight I suppose I can see your point of view a little better.” I admit. Bellamy’s expression darkensagain and I curse in my head. Oops. I was trying to keep his mind off of the whole situation and I had togo and bring it up again. Stupid. Ugh. I frantically try to change the topic again.

“I need to wash my hair.” I blurt out without thinking. Bellamy blinks, startled at my abrupt

statement.

“Okay… just try and be careful of your bandages. I doubt the cut has completely stopped bleeding andthe soap would probably sting a lot.” He reminds me. I nod in agreement and grab the bottle of what Iguess is Megan’s shampoo from the little table he has placed next to the bath. Then freeze, staring at itwith a frown. How the hell am I going to do this without submerging my upper arm, or at very leastgetting it soaked? This seems impossible. I groan in frustration. This really isn’t my night.

“What’s wrong?” Bellamy demands. He shifts his weight and looks like he is moments away fromlaunching to hit feet to take care of whatever threat or pain I’m currently pacing.

“Sorry, it’s no big deal. I just don’t think I can actually wash my hair without getting my injury wet. It’s tooawkward. It’s annoying because I feel gross. I think I probably got blood in my hair.” I admit with amournful sigh. Bellamy looks thoughtful for a minute and hesitates

before speaking. Clearly nervous.

“I… I could help. If you want.” He offers. I stare at him speechless for a minute. He wants to… help mewash my hair? Bellamy continues speaking before I can formulate a response.

“I only want to help you feel better and take care of you. I’m not trying to do anything else, I promise. Ijust thought… Well. I don’t know exactly. I mean there are the bubbles. You could try and cover up orsomething if you want. It was probably a stupid idea…” He trails off

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awkwardly. How is it that I’m the one who is naked and he seems uncomfortable? Then again. hedoesn’t seem to have a problem with being naked himself. Guess that nudity happens occasionallywhen you turn into a big cat and back. Your clothes don’t exactly come with you… Still, he looksalmost… humiliated at his own suggestion. I can’t stand it. We are literally fated to be together and I’mso awkward that I’ve made him embarrassed to even suggest a fairly innocent form of intimacy. BeforeI can overthink this any further than I already have, I answer him.

“Yes.” I half whisper. His head whips up from where he was staring at the floor and looks at

1. me.

“What?” he asks, shock on his face. I’m sure I’m red as a tomato, but I speak up.

“Yes, please help me with my hair.” I say clearly, forcing myself to hold his gaze so he knows I mean it.A huge smile breaks out across his face. Why is he so happy?

“You trust me.” He answers my unspoken question. I guess my confusion was obvious.

He gets to his feet, slowly and a little stiffly. Probably from the cold floor. He then approaches meslowly, keeping his eyes on my face. I feel like an animal that he is trying not to frighten off. He reachesthe edge of the tub and I hand him the shampoo, trying to ignore the slight andety running through me.After a moments pause, Bellamy grabs an empty container that was by the sink. A cup used for water Isuppose? He dips it in the tub and fills it, then carefully keeping it away from my eyes and arm, he tipsit slowly over my head to dampen my hair. Then continues to add shampoo and begins lathering it in,slowly massaging my scalp as he does. He is being insanely gentle and oh wow does that feelamazing. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone massage my head before. Then again, I don’t think I’veever really had anyone massage anything. I’ve never been a particularly touchy–feely person, not tomention I’ve never really had anyone to be touchy–feely with. I can’t help but let my eyes fall shut.

“Is this okay?” Bellamy confirms. I can barely bring myself to answer. This might actually be bliss. I amdefinitely going to have to work on being less awkward if this is what Bellamy touching me feels like,and he’s only actually touching my head.

“Mmhmm. I’m great.” I murmur.

“Good.” He answers shortly, satisfaction and pride filling his tone. I let out a

a groan of

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contentment as he hits a spot that somehow makes the tension in my head begin to fade away.Bellamy’s hands freeze for a brief second at the sound, then he continues. Eventually he stops, rinsesthe shampoo out and runs some conditioner through the ends of my hair. Seriously, now I get whypeople like having their hair played with. It’s so relaxing. He rinses the conditioner and continues

detangling my hair with his fingers until I let out another sound of contentment. Then all of a sudden helets go and backs off.

“I think I had best now. Before I get carried away.” I open my eyes and look up at him.

stoo

He’s actually blushing for once. It’s kind of adorable. I look away and since he’s standing, I replace myeyes level with his hips. Now it’s my turn to blush.

“Oh.” I have no idea what to say. Bellamy shrugs self depreciating.

“Yes, oh. Don’t worry about it.” I replace myself looking at the corner of the door, really at anything otherthan Bellamy.

“I think I might be done with this bath.” I tell him, suddenly feeling very exposed again.

“Are you sure? There’s no need to rush.” He assures me. I shrug.

“It’s late. We both need sleep.” I respond awkwardly. He nods.

“Alright, I’ll grab you a towel then.” He fetches the towel he got out earlier and stands by the tub,holding it open for me then closes his eyes tightly. I slowly stand up, being careful not to slip. I use hisarm to stabilise myself as I climb out onto the wet tiles. I guess water ended up on the floor whileBellamy was washing my hair. I didn’t even notice. I step into the towel, pulling it around myself.Bellamy releases it and stands still, keeping his eyes shut. Once I’m properly covered I let him know sothat he can open his eyes.

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes in here.” He nods and gestures for me to head towards the door, heescorts me along with an arm by my back, not touching me, but close enough that if I stopped moving

suddenly it probably would.