Bab 1881: Devil's torture

Sarah followed Aiden into the bathroom, expecting hugs and kisses and ecstatic release in which she can lose herself, but the small smile at the corner of his lips told her that he has something else planned for her.

Sarah's back was against the sink, her thighs pressing on it as she gripped its edge nervously. Aiden didn't break the eye contact as he stepped in front of Sarah, reaching to undo her ponytail which she usually wore. Making a ponytail quick and it keeps her hair out of her face. Practical. Just like Sarah.

The rubber band slid down gradually, freeing her dark brown hair that reached half of her back, and Aiden dug his fingers into her hair, raking it in slow movements repeatedly all the way to the ends, as if he is handling something precious.

Sarah closed her eyes and exhaled a shaky breath as the small tugs spread from her scalp down her neck allowing her to release tension from her body.