“Your roots are starting to show.” Adrian said coyly as he held her close, snuggling into her hair as she woke up.
Ana grimaced. “I know, but you’re not going to give me more black dye, are you?”
Adrian grinned. “Nope.” He pulled away and lay back down, one arm under his head.
Ana sighed and looked away, sitting up with her back against the headboard, her arms folded across her chest. She had been tipsy last night and had once again let Adrian seduce her into a false sense of security, or rather she had calmed the situation by compliantly allowing his possessive nature...in the harsh light of day however she felt antsy about last night.
Adrian sat up as well, curious about her attitude. “I can get rid of the black…your natural colour looks very pale…it looks funny the way it is…”
Ana
