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" Colin stood. He walked toward her and reached out his hand. "Allow me to wash your hair." What the bloody hell am I doing?
She crossed her arms over her breasts and snapped her gaze to him. "You promised you'd keep your eyes averted."
He touched her tresses and ran his hand through them until his fingers met water. "I did, but I was wrong to do so." His voice deepened with his longing. He picked up a wooden bowl and knelt beside her.
Margaret's brows knitted when she met his gaze. Without removing her arms, she leaned forward and allowed him to ladle the water over her head. He took his time, massaging the water through her thick tresses. "May I have the soap?" he asked.
Margaret released one arm and fished through the barrel. Keeping her head down, she held up the soap. Colin wrapped his hand around her slender fingers. Tingles jittered up his hand, all the way to his shoulder. Reluctantly, he slid the cake from her grasp.
She took in a stuttering inhale. Unable to determine if his touch had affected her as it had him, or if she was merely cold, he wished he could see her face beneath her locks.
He lifted the cake to his nose and inhaled. As he closed his eyes, the fleeting picture of Margaret standing unaware and completely naked ravaged his mind. If only he were in heaven, he could gaze upon such beauty for an eternity. "
― Amy Jarecki , Knight in Highland Armor (Highland Dynasty #1)
