Cas filled the jug with warm water and squeezed the shampoo into his hand. He stroked it through her hair, scrunching it between his fingers, massaging her scamp with his firm fingers. All the while the water pummelled his back. He almost forgot why they were there. This wasn't about clean hair, or relaxing, or sex.
He fingers were still working her hair when he said softy, "I get them too, you know."