It was a surprise to her when she actually moaned as his hands caressed her scalp. She wondered when the scalp had become an erogenous zone. She caugh... herself before her hand had made its way to between her legs. A small shudder shot through her body as if she were having a mini-orgasm. Based on the tingling in her body, she decided that he could wash her hair anytime.Oscar rinsed her hair and said, “We had best get out of the shower before we turn into prunes.”Kneeling down, she lifted his. While I was still trying to decide if I was relieved or disappointed by his decision, Wynter got on the phone to her parents. First they discussed the invitation, then the state of Wynter's school work. I wasn't worried. I didn't know her well, but I'd bet anything short of my Stang that she never left work till the last minute.In fact, if she wasn't at least two chapters in front of all her teachers, I'd... "Huh?"Wynter pushed the phone at me again. "Welcome back," she said with a grin. "She. " Lena said"So, I brought this for you. It's a bottle of wine, I inherited it from Harrison Wells. Unfortunately, I'm not much of a drinker." It's okay why don't we have dinner before my brother shows up." Lena said"Sure, would you like for me to cook? Because I know how to make omelettes and I haven't had one in a while." I can make it with you." Lena said"Sure, I'd love to cook with you, Lena." Barry saidLena shows Barry to the kitchen.Barry and Lena make omelettes for each other, and they. She looked up from her magazine when he peered into the living-room, radiating a vague sense of apology. She felt the merest flutter of guilt at the sheets she’d had to put in the washer. “Everything okay while I was gone?” he inquired.“Well,” she said, “yes and no.”“Yes … and no?”“Grant …” She patted the sofa cushion next to her, calm in the knowledge of what needed to be done. Of what could be done at last without fear. “Come and sit down, darling. Take a moment. There’s something we need to.