60. Pass it to me.

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She heard the skepticism in his voice and raised up her head so her eyes could meet his. "No no. I don't hate it. I don't comprehend it but I don't hate it. Granted it scares me but. But I can't think of living anymore without this feeling. You've become my all and I don't even want to think of you becoming less." She grunted and rubbed her eyes in frustration. "For the first time I'm lacking words. I don't even know what to say."

He pulled her hands down joining them together so they rested on his chest. "You don't have to say anything. I'll wash you now." He whispered, again he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears and smiled.

He raised himself in all his naked and what a beautiful sight it was. It felt so wrong that he was this good looking. She tore eyes away from him trying her best to hide her blush. She was flustered, too flustered that when he touched her she shivered.

He smiled looking down at her before he carried her up in his arms and to the bathroom. She was beginning to think it was all a dream one of the crazy dreams she started having after she lost Tyler. But then everything seemed so real, his touch, his cold, for the first time reality was so much better than her dream. If it meant that she would no longer sleep just to be with him then her eyes will never close.

He dropped her gently in the jacuzzi and entered with her. The jacuzzi was big enough for a whole football team to play ball in if they wanted to but he stayed close to her in the middle where the tap ran filling the jacuzzi with water.

He put of the tap while she watched him. Then he stretched out his hands and brought a dish. There was soap and foam in it with shampoo and conditioner. She glanced amusedly when she saw the shampoo and conditioner and he shrugged. "What I do have long hair."

She giggled and then breathed out. She rested her head on the tap and watched him while he tried to ladder the foam. He looked so serious like he was really on some serious appointment. She fought the need to just laugh out loud. He was really funny when he looked so serious.

When he was sure the foam was soapy enough he settled her legs between his which was crawled up at his back. Then he started to scrub her body gently. He was so gentle and so through, he was washing her like she was some kind of golden image one which he bowed to or some kind of shrine one where he worshipped in.

She started to feel power emanate from his hands. "What is that I feel?" She asked sucking in air in relief. She felt like her whole body was coming back to life after a long day of near death. He touched her again closely watching her to see her every move. He wanted to know if what he was doing was good for her and he hand a feeling that she won't tell him even if it wasn't so he wanted to know for himself how she felt. He studied every edge of her face as she threw her hair back in bliss.

"How do you feel?" He asked cupping her face with both of his hands.

Monica noticed that all the pain she felt were gone replaced by a tingling feeling that made her heart want to explode. "Thanks." She smiled. "I don't know what it is you did but I feel so much better now."

Lucius smiled. "You don't have to thank me I caused the pain. I should be thanking you for staying with me. For accepting me. For this night and many others because I'll be dammed if I let you go."

Monica wanted to say. "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror. What right thinking girl would not accept you." But she thought quickly against that. She didn't think it was the right time to start making such jokes.

"Are you this nice or are you only nice to me?" Monica asked cocking a brow. She had this *I suspect you look* on her face that was so hilarious Lucius burst out laughing.

"Nah I'm only nice to you. And some other people, depending on my mood and who they are." he replied still laughing.

"I thought as much. Please can I have the foam."

"What for?"

"So I can return the favor." She answered like it was the most obvious thing. He turned his face to the side so she won't notice the glee in his eyes. She watched him amused. She loved how he reacted to these things. It felt refreshing.

He turned to her again still holding the foam. "Are you sure cause I can do it myself. I mean you really Don't have to return the favor." He swallowed, finding it hard to look her in they eye.

Monica stretched out her hands indicating that she wanted him to give her the foam. "It's not about returning the favour I want to do this. Please."

He gave it to her watching her as she moved closer to him. She wiped his chest first, doing it gently and with so much attention to details like she was performing a duty.

He swallowed hard whenever her hands moved, she was going too slow and too down for comfort. He fought the need to exhale. Whenever her hands moved a wave of desire went along with it causing him to shudder.

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