Sitting alongside one another, feeling more than a little uncomfortable, I looked at her, trying to see if she had hurt herself, also a little intrigued by how different she looked with her natural hair. Why she would spend ages taming her curls I didn't know, not when the curls were quite beautiful...
Bailey’s eyes moved to meet mine. “I am fine.” She dismissed me with a slow shake of her head.
“It looked like it.” I said with an uncomfortable smile. “But, seriously, how far up the ladder were you?”
“The top.”
“s**t, Bailey. Maybe I should get you checked at the hospital.” I found myself mumbling, genuinely worried about her now. That was quite a distance to fall.
“I didn’t hit my head. Stop stressing. I am still alive. You don’t get rid of me that easily.” She said to me, with q
