59. ANGEL

Excitement filled me as Nate carried me over to the basin. He grabbed a clean towel from the cabinet, dried my body, and then wrapped it around me. Another towel was used to dry my hair as much as he could. He surprised me by opening the drawer and pulling out a hairdryer. “Where did that come from?” “Lucas ordered you a few things.” “Oh.” He plugged it in and without saying a word, he started blow-drying my hair. When he was done, he reached for the brush and started brushing out the tangles. My mother was the only one who ever combed my hair and that had only been up until I could do it on my own. My eyes fluttered closed as my body relaxed and my mind blanked. It felt good being taken care of, but I didn’t want to get too used to it. Nothing good ever came from attachments. I opened my eyes and blinked at our reflection in the mirror. Nate was a lot taller than me. The top of my head barely touched his shoulders. He was fit, tall, and muscular, 9and every woman’s dream. Ye