Chapter 182: Drying Her Hair
When Giselle finished washing up and returned to the bedroom, she paused at the door.
The blanket on the bed had risen into a small mound. Elias had already tucked himself in ahead of her, with only half his face showing. His eyes were round and bright, fixed on her with the alert sweetness of a puppy watching its owner come home. Above them, his hair was a soft mess against the pillow, fluffy enough to make a person's fingers itch.
The moment he saw her, he pushed his whole head out from under the blanket and smiled faintly.
"You're done?"
Giselle came back to herself. "Mm."
For a second, she had almost lost focus.
The way Elias looked and sounded in that bed was too much like a husband waiting for his wife to come sleep beside him.
Then Elias noticed something. "Giselle, your hair's still wet."
