Chapter 96. Having a Day Off

TARA

The feeling of Aidan’s hands on my head as he braided my hair was therapeutic, coercing the stress of the day from my body like magic. I melted into him on the bed, groaning whenever his fingers touched my scalp at how good it felt. Who knew that getting braids could feel like a massage?

“I thought you’d be terrible at this,” I said to Aidan, one braid in as he combed out the other half of my hair. The room had been silent since he began otherwise. “You seem to have a secret talent.”

I was sitting in front of Aidan with my back pressed against his front, my hands on each of his thick thighs, while his hands manipulated my head. My eyes were already dropping at this point with how surreal it felt.

“Not a talent,” Aidan said, and I could feel him shaking his head. “Just something I picked up a long time ago. I remember doing it for my mom sometimes.”

It was funny how I moved from not knowing anything about Aidan’s Mom to knowing how