“So, I’ve never braided the hair of a lover. And I hardly think my four-year-old sister is anyone to be jealous of.” A quick smile lifts her lips in understanding. She is familiar with the sound of a subject change. “As if I would be jealous to begin with.” I sigh in relief at her willingness to play with me. “It’s cute when you pretend you’re not.” A quick roll of her eyes before she’s running her fingers over the braid. “Not bad, Azer. I’m not fully convinced you haven’t been practicing on someone.” “Just you, darling.”
