He chuckled under his breath, but for the next few minutes, he worked in silence, his fingers brushing against my scalp as he coated my hair evenly. I hated that it felt… oddly nice. Not just the attention, but the care in his movements. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t deny that he was being gentle, almost meticulous.
It was infuriating.
“There,” he finally said, stepping back to admire his work. “Now we wait.”
I grimaced, already feeling the burn settling in. “And if my hair starts falling out in clumps?”
“Then I’ll personally shave your head and get you a nice collection of wigs,” he said, smirking. “An electrical pink one. To match the meltdown Darius is about to have.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t bother snapping back. I had the sinking suspicion he’d enjoy it too much.
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