Scarlett Yates spoke honestly: "You used to blow it for me."
He paused, then chuckled softly: "Oh, then I'll keep blowing it for you in the future."
Scarlett agreed without hesitation: "Okay."
She sat motionless, savoring Matthew Saxon's attention to her needs.
She felt that Matthew was particularly meticulous, drying her hair section by section—compared to her own haphazard way of just grabbing a towel and wiping, his method took more time, but it was much more efficient overall.
The heater was on 24 hours in the room.
Perhaps because she'd just taken a shower, Scarlett felt especially hot, hotter than usual, as if the steam hadn't fully evaporated from her pores and her face was flushed, still releasing heat.
Matthew's fingers occasionally grazed her cheeks.
His fingers carried a slight chill, yet whenever they accidentally touched her face, she felt warmth.
