Irene's hair was thoroughly washed from her scalp to the ends of her long strands. The weight of the water caused her hair to straighten out, but as the water dripped off, it began to wave again.
The massage the Commander gave Irene's head was so wonderful that, if it wasn't their wedding night, she might lean into the sleepy feeling it gave her. She was learning more about herself and what she enjoyed just because of Henry.
Since she was leaning into the side of the basin, her face was angled upward, and when she opened her eyes, Henry's heart thudded at the pure adoration in his new wife's expression. Even after months of loving Irene, he was still unaccustomed to being loved so openly. Scars of his past relationship, where he had only been lovable behind closed doors and if he was performing perfectly, were healed by Irene, whether she knew it or not.
"You're all clean," Henry uttered quietly.
There was a stack of towels nearby, and Henry grabbed one as he stood up.
