He glared at my hair for a good minute and then gently tugged free his first pin and tossed it onto the counter.
“Thank you.” I said
He grunted and continued tagging at the pins in my hair. I barely came up to his shoulders. I was petite and the guy dwarfed me. He could crash me if he wanted, he'd done a pretty good job at crashing my heart.
“Don’t know why you had to go through all this,” he said. “It looks really sexy when it's loose.”
My eyebrows rose right up. “you never said anything.”
No response, just another grunt.
Michael: “Doll, you don’t need make-up, you look like you baked yourself." Our gazes met briefly in the mirror, then his eyes darted away.
“Thanks. ” My fingers toyed with the edge of the counter. He shifted slightly, moving a little closer. I could feel every in
