Isabella’s POV

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” I cried and dashed for a clean towel as Ethan sat up in the bathtub, sputtering as shampoo and water slithered down his face.

I patted his face dry before moving the towel to his hair in an effort to stop the soapy rivulets.

“I’m sorry,” I bit my lips worriedly as I sat on the side of the tub. “I’ve never washed anyone’s hair before,” I explained. As if that ...