I laughed and shook my head. I was lying down on my elbows while Noah put all sorts of flowers in my hair from the meadow. He even made me braid my hair, so that it would be just the way he wanted it.
"Noah, I'm not gonna keep all these flowers in my hair, you know I'm allergic to them."
"You're allergic to tulips," he said matter-of-factly. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.
"Yeah, well. What's my mom gonna say when I come home looking like a walking garden?" He shrugged and I sighed.
"Okay turn offs." I looked up him and smiled.
"Still?" I tried to sound annoyed, but I was honestly curious as to why he was so eager to know.
"Yes, STILL." I groaned and he smiled, still filing my hair.
"Um..." I trailed off, not really knowing what they were. I don't really have turn offs, if someone is
