Olivia

"We really need to pack now," I said eventually.

"Probably." He pulled out slowly, setting me down on shaky legs. "Can you walk?"

"Barely." But I was smiling. "Your fault."

"Not apologizing." He grabbed the shampoo, squeezing some into his palm. "Turn around."

I let him wash my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp. It was surprisingly intimate, standing there while he took care of me.

We finished showering and dried off quickly. I wrapped a ...