Candance's POV
I laughed as I observed Oakley fumbling with Chloe's braid. Why did he offer to assist? I have no idea. But I suppose he wanted to establish a connection with her, just as he had with me. Watching it was both lovely and humorous. With his brows wrinkled in complete uncertainty, the large hazy man was attempting to style Chloe's hair while crouched over on the bed.
I'll never be able to get the image out of my head.
He complained, staring at the tangled mess he had caused, "Can't we just brush it? I feel brushing it would be easier."
She chuckled at him and stuck her tongue out at him, which made him stare at her in a teasing manner and said, "I will show you how to braid."
She got up from the ground and walked over to the dressing mirror before calling for O
