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Ellie

He was so fucking sexy it should be a crime. When he came back out of the water and moved his muscular arms to wipe the water off his face… I was just touching him. I didn’t even make the decision.

I was simply closer and running my fingers over his chiseled chest. I glanced up and saw he was watching me.

And his hair was in his face.

I giggled and played with it. “It’s so amazing to me how different you look with your hair hanging down and wet like this versus gelled back.”

“Which do you like better?” he asked, his voice deep as he moved an arm around me.

“Both,” I told him honestly. I nodded when he didn’t seem to believe me. I moved to straddle his lap and used my fingers to fix his hair. “You ever see those goofy videos talking about how once the character’s hair has gel he turns into a villain or serious boss? It’s all clips of Asian dramas showing a puppy character with hair like this and baddie when it’s gelled.”

“I’m aware of the stereotype,” he chuckled. “It’s more I look like a kid with my hair like this and a professional with it styled and gelled back.”

“You should try having it gelled with some hanging,” I muttered as I pushed his hair back and did what I’d said. “That’s hot. You look like a sexier idol that’s going to dance sexy to get me out of my pants.”

His deep chuckle filled the bathroom. “You’re naked, love. I’d dance to get you naked, but tonight I didn’t have to.”

I smiled at him. “Setting this all up wasn’t a dance for me?” I clucked my tongue. “Silly pup.” I put his hair back to down. “You do look younger with it this way, but not young. Not…” I tilted my head one way and then another. “It’s mischievous. You’re like the second lead who’s trying to steal someone’s girl and will ride off on a motorcycle.”

He flinched, which I didn’t understand. I didn’t mean to upset him though, so I gave him a soft kiss. “I didn’t steal you. You were already leaving that git.”

“I didn’t mean it like that at all,” I whispered as I kissed him again. “I wasn’t thinking of him or our dynamic. I was getting lost in your sexy hair and letting it slip that I’m a bit addicted to Asian dramas.” I kissed down his chin and neck, my fangs itching to come out and feed from this delicious man.

I swallowed a laugh. Apparently, pot made me randy. Or at least the brownie edibles did.

“No, it’s you,” I whispered as my hands moved all over his abs.

“What’s me, love?” he asked quietly.

I hummed in answer and kept with my exploring. “I’ve been thinking of changing my hair.”

He flinched again. I wasn’t sure why. Because it was cliché that women changed their hair after breakups?

Probably… And I was cliché sometimes.

We all were.

“It’s spring now and summer’s around the corner,” I mumbled. “I’ve always been curious how some blonde highlightswould work with my golden eyes, but I never—the past kept me from trying.”

“What happened?” he worried.

“The first man I was almost forced to mate said I might be pretty if I had blonde hair,” I answered honestly, not wanting to sit on his lap as we talked about this. I moved and had some of my drink. “My eyes were golden for everyone then. I was young. He said they were disconcerting, but if I had blonde hair, I might be pretty then.”

“What did you tell him?”

“That he wasn’t handsome, so demanding someone to change themselves so they were pretty for him was ridiculous.” I took another sip. “I was smacked a lot for that and they tried to force me to change my hair. I told them I would murder him in his sleep if they tried to mate me off like that.” I played with the jet a bit. “I showed I was different not long after and things changed.”

“Changed how?” he muttered as he moved closer.

I frowned and looked at him. “I’m going to be angry with you later if you keep poking to get information when I’m like this. It’s mean. I wanted to have fun with you, and now I’m sitting here sad and want to leave because I’m losing trust in you.”

His eyes went bug wide. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t—I thought you just wanted to talk. I didn’t—right, brownie. Shit, my bad, Ellie.”

I nodded. At least I could tell him that he was taking things too far and he listened. That was nice. That was an improvement from before.

“Hey, I am sorry,” he whispered as he moved closer and nuzzled my face. “I was just curious and—I want to know you. You don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to.”

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