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... shampoo into her palm—zesty orange laced with creamy vanilla—tilting my head back gentle as she worked it slow into my raven hair, fingers kneading my scalp firm but tender, nails scraping delicious tingles from crown to nape.
Suds foamed thick white under the messy bun’s total collapse, bubbles trailing warm rivulets down my neck and shoulders, easing every knot of tension.
"You like this scalp massage, don’t you, princess? Admit it—feels like heaven."
"Yes," I admitted ...
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