Avery wiped the drool off her mouth. Her head was splitting. She could only open one eye.
Jesse was in the bathtub. He heard her moving around.
" Hey, can you bring me my razor?" He asked.
Avery stood up, then sat back down. She held her head.
Jesse was soaking in the deep tub. He turned on the jets.
Avery slowly moved his direction and brought him his razor.
Jesse laughed at her. "Your hair looks nice dear." He said sarcastically. She looked in the mirror. "Uh, I'm not feeling well."
He pulled her hand as she walked by and told her to get in.
She stripped down and sank into the bath in front of him. He held her as she leaned against his chest. She started to snore.
Jesse rubbed her thighs and gently washed her all over. He scooted her down into the water to get her hair wet.
