<em>Ingrid, relaxing and trusting Morgan</em><br/><br/>She was amazed at the gentleness with which his hands moved, the ease and the sweet touch.  Her head hurt, very true, but he had a way with his hands.   It felt good and it was soothing, her eyes fluttered closed as the spray and his fingers massaged her scalp.<br/><br/>His voice was soft and soothing, she wasn't completely sure if this was the same man from the night before or if she was just too drained to care.  He seemed so different, not the Morgan that most people saw, that was for sure.  Her lips curled into a smile when he spoke of Aline. She likely would but Ingrid was a big girl; she could take care of herself.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry for being such a bitch last night," she said again, her tone sleepy and groggy from the man's touch.<br/><br/>As she lay there with her eyes closed, her thoughts wandered and floated, her body feeling light and relaxed.  From seemingly far away, she heard him talking, the soft rumble of his voice soothing her further as she drifted off.<br/>