CHAPTER 191

IS NOT FAR FROM DANGER YET

Lipe wasn't prepared for this. He hadn't even considered it, and all he could do was stand frozen in the shower. Lara took steps into the shower with him, and he swallowed hard, feeling his heart wanting to take flight in his chest.

She bent down and picked up the dropped shampoo from the floor, squeezed a little into her hands, placed the bottle back on the shelf, and ran her soapy hands through his hair. Lara washed his hair slowly and patiently. Then she took the sponge, used the liquid soap, and gently scrubbed his neck, one arm, then the other, paying special attention to his hands and fingers. She turned him around and washed his back, his buttocks, his thighs, all without haste. Lipe remained motionless, not moving a muscle, simply obeying her as she turned him from side to side, keeping his body rigid and his teeth clenched. It was only when she, still squatting and washing his shins, pulled him so that he faced her, that he held her shoulders firmly