SHERNEIL.
"So, how did I do?" Mav asked, as he combed my thick, short hair that naturally stayed in an afro style when not braided.
"I'll give you a five out of ten." I answered with a small smile, wincing a bit as he tugged at the hair.
"Sorry," he whispered, kissing the side of my neck, directly above my mark. "Why five and not ten?"
"Seriously?" I chuckled, as I tried to turn to look at him. "Because you spent a better part of the time kissing me than actually loosening my braids, BiBi."
"Oh, come on!" he whined, leaning down again. One of his hands grabbed my jaw and turned me to face him, while the other remained in my hair. "Stop acting like you didn't enjoy it," he murmured, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. And I was instantly lost.
Lost in the grip of his strong, rough ha
