7
We reached the house and Xander carried me onto the patio. A wood bench stood against the northern wall. He set me down with my legs hanging over and took a seat beside me.
I leaned my back against the stone wall that acted as a railing and ran a hand through my wet hair. My fingers got tangled in the mess. I snorted. “You’d think if I’m going to kill myself I’d not make such a mess of it and myself.” I yanked on the knots in my hair, but the hair wouldn’t unbind.
Xander grabbed my hand and pulled it away before he scooted up to my back. His deft fingers worked away at the tangles, and I felt the strands fall free from one another.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed his soft touch. “You’re really good at this.”
He chuckled. “As a child I was fond of watching my mother brush her h
