Strings of Fate

95- Hair and hands

“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, I prefer that your security detail IS obvious. People will think twice about attacking you when you obviously 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 happened tonight I suppose I can see your point of view a little better.” I admit. Bellamy’s expression darkens again and I curse in my head. Oops. I was trying to keep his mind off of the whole situation and I had to go 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 and the soap would probably sting a lot.” He reminds me. I nod in agreement and grab the bottle of what I guess is Megan’s shampoo from the little table he has placed next to the bath. Then freeze, staring at it with a frown. How the hell am I going to do this without submerging my upper arm, or at very least getting 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 from launching 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 too awkward. It’s annoying because I feel gross. I think I probably got blood in my hair.” I admit with a mournful sigh. Bellamy looks thoughtful for a minute and hesitates

before speaking. Clearly nervous.

a minute. He wants to… help

thought… Well. I don’t know exactly. I mean there are the

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turn into a big cat and back. Your clothes don’t exactly come with you… Still, he looks almost… humiliated at his own suggestion. I can’t stand it. We are literally fated to be together and I’m so awkward that I’ve made

half whisper. His head whips up from where he was staring at the

1. me.

asks, shock on his face. I’m sure I’m red as a tomato, but I

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

me.” He answers my unspoken question. I guess my confusion was

keeping his eyes on my face. I feel like an animal that he is trying not to frighten off. He reaches the 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 I suppose? He dips it in the tub and fills it, then carefully keeping it away from my eyes and arm, he tips it 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 feel amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone massage my head before. Then again, I don’t think

might actually be bliss. I am definitely going to have to work on being less awkward if this

great.”

answers shortly, satisfaction and pride filling his tone. I let

a groan of

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continues. Eventually he stops, rinses the shampoo out and runs some conditioner through the ends of my hair. Seriously, now I get why people 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.

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

stoo