Chapter 55
Madi
Ireached for my shampoo, but hesitated.
Matt said I could use his.
What would it feel like to be surrounded by Matt’s scent?
I reached for Matt’s shampoo.
Don’t be that girl.
I pressed the lid to open it, brought it to my nose, and inhaled.
Don’t use his shampoo.
I held the bottle over my hand.
Are you really doing this?
I squeezed. Liquid filled my palm as Matt’s scent surrounded me.
Yup. I was that girl and I really did it.
As I washed my hair, I thought about Matt.
How he’d ruined me by taking me on fake dates that were leaps and bounds better than any real one I’d ever been on.
All the little things he did to help and support me, without making me feel needy or less than myself.
The way he set my body on fire every time he winked. Or grinned. Or whispered in my ear.
Hell, that man turned me on no matter what he was doing.
I squeezed more shampoo into my hand to lather my legs, careful to avoid direct contact with the bandages.
Would he be turned off by my scars?
I laughed at myself in a moment of clarity. He’d looked like he wanted to devour me in the hospital when I was dirty, smelly, covered in bandages, and surrounded by tubes and wires.
A few scars wouldn’t even register on his radar.
Just like his wouldn’t register on mine.
As I rinsed my hair, I closed my eyes and let myself imagine it was Matt’s strong hands massaging my scalp and running his fingers through my hair.