DANTE
I changed in the bathroom, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. The pants looked even more ridiculous up close, and the peach and strawberry pattern was worse than I had anticipated. But they were soft and carried her scent.
When I stepped out, she erupted in laughter.
"Don't," I said, pointing at her. "Not a word."
"I wasn't going to say anything," she replied, still giggling.
"You're thinking it."
"I'm just thinking you look adorable."
"Men don’t look adorable."
"You do right now." She came closer with a green scrunchie that matched the pants. "Now hold still."
"What are you—no. Absolutely not."
"It’s to protect your hair while you sleep." She was already gathering my hair. "Trust me."
"I'm drawing a line—"
But she had already tied it into a small ponytail on top of
