At my nod, Ryan took a plastic cap and stretched it out with the fingers of both hands. Then he placed it over my head, covering everything including my ears and pressing them to the sides of my head. Kneeling in front of me with a jar of Vaseline, he pulled a glob of it onto his finger. Smiling ever so slightly, he brushed it onto my eyebrows. His touch was so gentle, like a sigh against my skin. He leaned in closer to me, his gaze trained on what he was doing and his lips just inches from ...