Winning For You

He never thought he was a romantic, but Ash thought he could write somewordsabout the way she looked at that moment, before shaking it off andgrabbing athick towel. Wrapping her up, squeezing theexcess moisture from her hair, he rubbed her down, easing what wereobviouslytired muscles, to her appreciative moans. Then he carried her to their bed. “I can’t leave my hair like this.”Her tired voice pushed him into motion. All he could find were some twistties hanging off the electrical cord to the lamp, but he knew his way arounda