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A vigorous scrub of the towel soaks up the excess water, but I'm careful to swirl delicately inside his ears. One shoulder lifts sympathetically as the corner of the terry cloth finds a ticklish spot.
"Sorry," I apologize, retracting the fabric.
"No worries," he responds shyly.
I liberate a comb from the Barbicide jar and attempt to domesticate his wild mane.
"Good luck with that," he offers, chuckling.
I respond confidently, "Haven't met the head of hair yet that I couldn't tame."
He laughs outright, "I've made grown women weep."
"Oh, I don't doubt that for a second," I wink.
A/N: *points to self* = Grown woman made to weep