GWEN
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I bite my lip to keep from smiling.
We're in Malcolm's car now. As he drives, his eyes stray to me at least every other second. And the expression in them never changes.
It's a mixture of awe and open disbelief. I can almost hear the 'what the f*ck?' like it'd been whispered into my mind.
"You like it?" I say, tucking the burnished red strands behind my ear.
He looks at me long, a ring of blue darkening his pupils. In a low baritone that has shivers playing down my spine, he says, "I think I have a favorite colour now."
Tension whips the space between us with an almost audible crackle. I grow hot and am almost tempted to fan my face with my hands. I don't give in to the impulse, instead I look away and steal a covert inhale, calming myself.
"So where are we going?" I ask, l
