“You have no idea,” he murmurs.
“What?” I ask, maybe I don’t hear it right
“Nothing princess.”
I stare at him as he sinks himself on the couch. I place the paper bag on the coffee table and lie comfortably beside him and use his thigh as my pillow.
“Start another movie, Phoenix. Aren’t you going somewhere?” I look up to his face.
He looks down at me and shakes his head. “Nope, not going anywhere.” He then grabs the remote and plays another movie.
“You don’t mind me lying down here?” I ask, and I don’t want to impose. I can’t abuse his kindness because no matter how kind he is, I know he has his own limits.
“Make yourself comfortable.”
I focus on the screen, and he starts stroking his fingers through my hair, then massages my scalp.
God, it feels good.
I try hard to control my moa
